Short look back: in about 1975 a black Ducati 750GT lost a jousting match with a car in Hurstville (Sydney, Australia). Its previous owner was sort of known in passing (bad choice of words I suppose, because he lived, to the best of my knowledge). The insurance company decided the Ducati couldn't be resuscitated but one of my groomsmen, Alan, decided they had erred. He bought the wreck, and in doing so stepped on the boat on the river Styx. It didn't go well. Fast forward and another mate, my best man, Allan (yes), bought the part-finished project from Alan and in due course, in 1979, the job was done.
To be fair, he did a pretty good job, considering we were all terminally poor back then. Allan is a very methodical guy. The wiring harness he produced himself was a work of art. Tied together with little strings at accurately repeated intervals and
