A snippet pertaining to SIEBER from
Jobst Brandt's article
"My First bicycle tour of the Alps (1959)

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In Chiasso, the famous border town, I found the once renowned name "Fabbrica Pneumatici P. Sieber" almost invisibly weathered and dusty on an old factory. The place was dead all except the office where Mr. Sieber was catching up on hopelessly messed up paperwork while his factory was on "vacation". He was gracious and pleasant but sounded me out for awhile before he was sure I wasn't a spy or something. Then he showed me the whole plant and how the tires were (once) made. I discovered later that in its heyday this whole shop had been run by Mrs. Cinelli before Cino swept her away as his wife.

Mr. Sieber seemed to be a relic of the pre-war era and lived in this factory of dreams that will never come back. He had piles of excellent tires that were stored well but didn't seem to move out of inventory, judging from dusty idle machinery that made them. He had road and track tires, some of which he said were prized in Australia. Then he showed me his wood rims that he assured me would never melt glue on the steepest descents. We went to a nearby Stella factory that stocked stainless spokes but made primarily umbrellas. Armed with the right length spokes, I rebuilt my wheels with wood rims using Sieber's washers and one inch long brass nipples for the deep wood section.

The whole place was full of fine bicycling equipment like high quality road and track shoes. The track shoes were super light and shaped as though for high heels. The shoes all had solid steel reinforced soles and light weight uppers.

Having ridden only 57km I had much time and energy with which to unspoke my useless Fiamme aluminum rims that I hung on a nail in a dusty corner as I got to work building my first set of wooden wheels. I spent the afternoon tightening and truing up my "new" elegant woods. One of the young ladies in the office that turned out to be Mr. Sieber's daughter repaired my blown Clement tubulars that had ripped their stitching from piling up on the stem.

The next morning with tires glued and wheels true, I thanked Mr. Sieber for all his help and rolled on...

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