Just found this shot of my old Harley Flat-tracker with my dad perched on the back looking rather uncomfortable, thanks to the bone hard, single seat.

Ah, those were the days, 17 years ago and pre kids, I spent all my time and virtually all of my money building this little baby in my North Bondi garage (very patient wife).

When finished, she looked like a dead ringer for an XR750, not that anybody in Australia back then knew what an XR750, or a flat-tracker for that matter was.

When I came to sell the bike about a year after the build, nobody wanted it! I couldn’t give it away. How times have changed… now Flat-trackers are all the rage.

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Throttle Roll seems long gone now, but the sound of bikes and bands still rings in my ears. I rolled up there in the Bloodbikes ute, dropped a few flyers and had a good look around with my youngest son, and we both agreed there was a lot of two-wheeled eye-candy there.

Thankfully, several Throttle Rollers thought my work was pretty sweet too, and a couple of commissions ensued.

One of which was for a particularly well-sorted Yam SR, commissioned by three mates for another mate’s birthday.

As the commission was to be a surprise gift, a stealth approach had to be taken. So one afternoon, equipped with my DNA extraction kit and one of the mates clutching a key to the Paddington property, we snuck into the garage with as much stealth as we could muster, and ‘stole’ the required DNA, along with a number of reference shots, then returned the bike to the exact spot.

The boys were so stoked with the outcome, that they invited me to the birthday party to witness the surprise gift-giving, and, thankfully, he loved it.

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