About four years ago, I saw a 380 KX at the shed of Elvis, in Upper Pakenham. He said it took him several years of hanging around a town in Gippsland, asking around in pubs etc ... to track this bike down (as he had a really strong feeling it still existed). Elvis eventually found it. Turns out the guy that had it; he didn't know what it was worth. Elvis finally got his prized bike.
We were standing there, and Elvis told me it used to be Weinert's. Well, it's a long way from the USA to a small country town in the hills of Victoria, so I thought to myself "bullSHIT".
And I said: "How the hell can you know where this thing came from?"
He pointed to the bars, which - lo and behold - had Weinert's name centrepunched into them. Elvis then unbolted the seat. On its underside, words had been melted into the base with hotwire or similar. I think it said something like Jammer Weinert.
You coulda knocked me down with a feather.
There were approx. 100 bikes in Elvis's shed. Plus collectable cars, pinball machines, BMXs and steel tonka toy trucks. (You name it; it was in there ...)
Elvis, Drakey and I then went inside his home for a cuppa, which was as neat as a pin. There was not one sign or evidence in the whole house of any automotive interest - or masculine influence - whatsoever.
I said: "Elvis, it doesn't look like you even live in this place."
He took us into the main bedroom, and slid a small cardboard box out from under the bed. (I think there may have been bike mags in it)
Elvis said: "See this box? ... I'm allowed to put anything in here I want."
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I never forgot the sight of those inscribed bars and seat base. I kinda figured they were named, as each team rider probably had personal preferences in the bum and hand areas ...
