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I love it when something comes along and challenges my preconceptions.
Yesterday I posted a bike that had gulf colours. I mentioned that I disliked them…a lot.
Scrolling through Facebook and I see the bike above. It is simply beautiful.
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Ducati Hillclimber by Alain Wicki (Swiss Luge Champion)
The beautiful sky blue is a custom order from Lamborghini which Alan had something to do with in the 90’s.
Photo’s by Gilberto Cedolia
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Did a photo shoot with a few of the Ducati owners from Perth Cafe Racers. Might post some more pics if there is any interest.
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“Hey, is this yours? I used to own a Trumpy”
If you buy a Triumph Thruxton, get ready to have every guy who ever owned an old bike come up and tell you about all the old bikes he ever owned.
We all rocked up on time at Green & Cock Leederville. Route was explained and I showed the newbies where we were going to lose them.
10:30am and it is time …
Me: “Ok, let’s roll”
Newbie Scott: “I just have to get petrol first”
Newbie Wayne: “That’s a yellow card isn’t it?”
I turned my GoPro on but of course I had forgotten to charge it so unfortunately I can’t provide footage of us booming through the city although it looked something like this…
An uneventful ride to our first pit-stop at Shell Kalamunda where we hooked up with Simon of Man, Bike, Spanner. From there it was ride at your own pace to the shittiest pub in the Perth hills, the one star (only because you can’t give it no stars) Mundaring Weir Pub. The crew split into two groups straight away with PK on his Ducati Sport Classic, HDK on his Thruxton and Simon on his Speed Triple up the front.
Wayne on his 900ss led the next group with Paul on his Ducati 620 sport, Benny Bones on his Bonny, Viv and Scott on their VTR’s and Olyflyer was up the rear…his excuse is that he was taking photos but we haven’t seen proof…
I went up a side road and waited for them all to come past and chased them down on Shaken Fist. Even though it hasn’t been tuned yet, we were pumpin hard and we caught the leaders as we headed into the pub.
^Hey, have you heard about this new app, Angry birds?
Wayne’s 900ss clutch gave up so he stayed behind with HDK. From there we headed back to Kalamunda and tuned off towards Bickley. Great sweeping road that we’ll do again. We then made our way to Canning Dam for photos and to tell each other how close we came to crashing etc.
^As the speeds picked up so did the bullshit!
^Viv, offering herself to Shaken Fist…
^Benny Bones checking out the dead cow skins
…and then this Kangaroo jumped out in front of me….
^5 minutes later, the speedo needle would be off this dial. It is sooo not calibrated…
^You can work out who is saying what…
^Let’s roll mofos
Google maps says it’d take 39mins to do the 35.8kms from the dam to Jarrahdale Tavern. 14 minutes after leaving the dam we sat down for lunch.
^PK looking very happy with himself
Lunchtime topics of discussion
Food polished off it was time to head home. One last sprint before civilisation and a top up of fuel.
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A few more shots from the Goodfellas Hot Rod Show that Perth Cafe Racers attended Sunday 13th November 2011
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![Goodfellas Hot Rod Show - Worth a 1000km round trip!
Sunday the 13th November saw the annual Goodfellas Hot Rod Show held in Perth, WA. With 200+ Hot Rods making a dash for Yanchep National Park we thought we’d crash the party.
9am saw us arrive for our caffiene fix at Greens & Co
Stuart, you naughty, naughty boy.
Of the 9 nutters that showed up, 7 were first timers.
Joel didn’t know if he should come on his motard (there are some car alarms that wish he didn’t) but thought if he brought his mate on a Push Start Pantah, he would be forgiven. He was, the Pantah was beautiful to listen to and look at and never needed a push start.
One Pretty Pantah
Joel also brought along our first member of the fairer sex, Viv on her red VTR.
Allen “The Beard” thought he’d make the short trip up from Albany on his Thruxton. Only took him 4 hours to make the 420km trip. Dedication with a touch of C R A Z Y.
No latte’s for this bloke. Long Black with a shot of awesome please!
Silent Steve showed up on his big momma Suzuki GS1000 and some young dude with a funny accent asked if he could tag along on his Ninja250. Coffee spurted out our noses as we laughed and told him to keep moving.*
The scooters weren’t with us….honestly
9:45am and it’s time to rumble. As we rumbled down the main street, car alarms were set off, children screamed and old people soiled their nappies. We hit the freeway before racing through the tunnel. Any political party that promises to build another tunnel in Perth will have my vote.
We all take the first exit after the tunnel….everyone except Allen. He rides 420kms and we manage to lose him 1km into the ride. We do a “Top Gear” and let the bearded one fend for himself.
Arriving at the Hot Rod meeting point, we cut a swathe through the middle of onlookers who think “What are these bastards doing here?”
Look out for a feature on this Ducati Sport Classic soon (Don’t hold your breath, I’m pretty lazy)
Joakim turns up on the Perth Cafe Racer loan bike (CB400f) after being stopped by police for having his rear indicators obstructed by the number plate. Cops weren’t impressed with Joakim’s idea of removing the plate but somehow managed to get away without a yellow sticker.
Doug rocks up on his stunning yellow (It’s not Orange Doug) Ducati Sport Classic. A few photos later and we’re heading up to the Hot Rod Show. I ask myself. “Should I wear my goggles? Nah, fuggit”.
We pull out and I end up behind a car pulling an uncovered trailer of chicken manure. Ah fuggit.
This is an accurate representation of what I look like…well, not now…I’ve had a shower.
I’m leading the pack when “Shaken Fist” starts spluttering. I flip it onto reserve and look for a petrol station. I peel off and wave everyone through. The CB, Pantah and Muletard keep going and the newbies follow me [shakes head].
I’ve only got 90kms out of a full tank, WTF! It’s a standard tank too, it’s not as if I’ve done something stupid and put a Monkey Tank on my bike. Must be the new flatslides that were fitted. Better book some Dyno time I think.
We roll into the parking lot and spot some bikes so head for our Bro’s. Not being the most observent of fellows, I didn’t notice that we parked our colourful (red and yellow and pink and green….) Cafe Racers amongst 14 black Harley’s. There were scowls from the village people motorcycle gang, I reckon it was because we were louder than them :)
We had a look at the cool custom cars…
This is his daily drive, the car you dwive everwe day
This Hot Rod had the most unusual hood ornament
HDR gone bad, reeeeeeal bad
Lunch finished and peoples wrists were getting twitchy, time to hit the road…for everyone except me.
Note to self: Do not say to the Boss “You should drive up and have a look at the cars.” It somehow got interpreted as “Please come to the show and have a hissy fit”. NEVER again.
Pantah, W650, Thruxton and a Sport Classic…Does it get better than that?
What you can’t see in this pic is the 15 bikies watching “The Beard” back the Thruxton up between their tractors. Bricks were a shittin’
Allen heading home to Albany via Bridgetown to attend a Blues festival. Adds another 400kms+ for over 1000kms in a day. Breed them crazy tough in the west.
New members, no serious hiccups, cool cars….All in all, a good day.
*Not exactly true. We just didn’t know how to say no to guy with a funny accent so we let him tag along.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lurar4hYz51qingbgo1_500.jpg)
Goodfellas Hot Rod Show - Worth a 1000km round trip!
Sunday the 13th November saw the annual Goodfellas Hot Rod Show held in Perth, WA. With 200+ Hot Rods making a dash for Yanchep National Park we thought we’d crash the party.
9am saw us arrive for our caffiene fix at Greens & Co
Stuart, you naughty, naughty boy.
Of the 9 nutters that showed up, 7 were first timers.
Joel didn’t know if he should come on his motard (there are some car alarms that wish he didn’t) but thought if he brought his mate on a Push Start Pantah, he would be forgiven. He was, the Pantah was beautiful to listen to and look at and never needed a push start.
One Pretty Pantah
Joel also brought along our first member of the fairer sex, Viv on her red VTR.
Allen “The Beard” thought he’d make the short trip up from Albany on his Thruxton. Only took him 4 hours to make the 420km trip. Dedication with a touch of C R A Z Y.
No latte’s for this bloke. Long Black with a shot of awesome please!
Silent Steve showed up on his big momma Suzuki GS1000 and some young dude with a funny accent asked if he could tag along on his Ninja250. Coffee spurted out our noses as we laughed and told him to keep moving.*
The scooters weren’t with us….honestly
9:45am and it’s time to rumble. As we rumbled down the main street, car alarms were set off, children screamed and old people soiled their nappies. We hit the freeway before racing through the tunnel. Any political party that promises to build another tunnel in Perth will have my vote.
We all take the first exit after the tunnel….everyone except Allen. He rides 420kms and we manage to lose him 1km into the ride. We do a “Top Gear” and let the bearded one fend for himself.
Arriving at the Hot Rod meeting point, we cut a swathe through the middle of onlookers who think “What are these bastards doing here?”
Look out for a feature on this Ducati Sport Classic soon (Don’t hold your breath, I’m pretty lazy)
Joakim turns up on the Perth Cafe Racer loan bike (CB400f) after being stopped by police for having his rear indicators obstructed by the number plate. Cops weren’t impressed with Joakim’s idea of removing the plate but somehow managed to get away without a yellow sticker.
Doug rocks up on his stunning yellow (It’s not Orange Doug) Ducati Sport Classic. A few photos later and we’re heading up to the Hot Rod Show. I ask myself. “Should I wear my goggles? Nah, fuggit”.
We pull out and I end up behind a car pulling an uncovered trailer of chicken manure. Ah fuggit.
This is an accurate representation of what I look like…well, not now…I’ve had a shower.
I’m leading the pack when “Shaken Fist” starts spluttering. I flip it onto reserve and look for a petrol station. I peel off and wave everyone through. The CB, Pantah and Muletard keep going and the newbies follow me [shakes head].
I’ve only got 90kms out of a full tank, WTF! It’s a standard tank too, it’s not as if I’ve done something stupid and put a Monkey Tank on my bike. Must be the new flatslides that were fitted. Better book some Dyno time I think.
We roll into the parking lot and spot some bikes so head for our Bro’s. Not being the most observent of fellows, I didn’t notice that we parked our colourful (red and yellow and pink and green….) Cafe Racers amongst 14 black Harley’s. There were scowls from the village people motorcycle gang, I reckon it was because we were louder than them :)
We had a look at the cool custom cars…
This is his daily drive, the car you dwive everwe day
This Hot Rod had the most unusual hood ornament
HDR gone bad, reeeeeeal bad
Lunch finished and peoples wrists were getting twitchy, time to hit the road…for everyone except me.
Note to self: Do not say to the Boss “You should drive up and have a look at the cars.” It somehow got interpreted as “Please come to the show and have a hissy fit”. NEVER again.
Pantah, W650, Thruxton and a Sport Classic…Does it get better than that?
What you can’t see in this pic is the 15 bikies watching “The Beard” back the Thruxton up between their tractors. Bricks were a shittin’
Allen heading home to Albany via Bridgetown to attend a Blues festival. Adds another 400kms+ for over 1000kms in a day. Breed them crazy tough in the west.
New members, no serious hiccups, cool cars….All in all, a good day.
*Not exactly true. We just didn’t know how to say no to guy with a funny accent so we let him tag along.
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Ducati Sport Classic - Owner “Dutch”
The bike above started out like this…
…before Dutch of thebikeshed fame saw a picture of this on the Sport Classic forum…
…and started fantasizing about this…
…and so ordered these from Diopa in Germany…
They put one seat on Ian’s bike…
…and the other went on Dutch’s own Sport Classic.
A simple mod transforms the bike without emptying the bank account. Beautiful work Dutch.
To read the non bastardized version of the story (far more interesting than my dribble) make the jump by clicking the pics or the source.
Source: thebikeshed.cc
