Early days
First memories
Almost a spill
Adelaide to Ballarat
1946-47
3-wheeler rego
The "Holdon"
Shortest roadrace

Kangaroo Island
First KI bike
Scrambling


Bike round-up
Velocette love affair
The $4 MAC

Later years
Adelaide rides

Restoratiions
KSS Special
1937 KSS trade box
1946 KSS 350
1937 MSS 500
1937 MAC 350
Model B 250
1929 U32 250
1905 Rex 465
1906 Rex 465
1812 Rex 530
BSA Bantam D4/14
1927 U250 #26
1924 EL3 Ladies
1924 GS Sports 250
1907 Wolf
Model A250
Light sets
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First Kangaroo Island bike

When I first moved to Kangaroo Island in January 1952, I only owned a caravan which I had shipped over for my accommodation. I did have the three-wheeled 'Holdon' but it was stored at Barbara's home on the mainland. At that time I had not considered the problem of transport, as I ran the mile or so between the town and the quarry site on a nearby bay, this being only a small part of my daily physical activity, the most part of which was climbing the steep bluff where the quarry hole was located well above the crushing plant on the seashore, carrying diesel fuel and oil and supplies to the International front end loader, which I had managed to get down into the stone deposit, from the top of the hill above.

After a few weeks of operation during which all fuel and supplies were dragged straight up the side of the steep bluff, I had managed to form a narrow goat track down the side of the steep hill using the loader, but the loader itself was of necessity kept up at the stone deposit, the track being marginal at best!
At this time my old mate Jim Thurmer, an Adelaide motorcycle trader, offered me a Frances Barnett, in as new condition for a paltry sum, and this was soon fitted with a home made tray and a wheelbarrow third wheel, just sufficient to rope a couple of small drums of fuel or a tool box to, and be light, yet sufficiently powerful to negotiate the steep hill.

As well, it became my transport back and forth to my caravan. I can't really remember ever registering it, even though Island registration costs were all at half the State's normal rate, such a small motorcycle (the only one on the island!) fell below the horizon of the Island's single constable, and I kept out of the town in any case!
Shortly after this picture was taken, with eldest daughter Glenda holding her teddy bear tightly, the sidecar gained proper sides, and continued operating as the quarry service hack for some time. I cannot even remember who I sold this delightful little machine to eventually?