“EVERYTHING WE ENJOY IN DIRTBIKES TODAY CAN BE TRACED TO THE DT-1, THE DADDY OF ’EM ALL” Geoffrey Udy is farting about. Not seriously, like cataloguing or anything — more like ferreting through the tangled mess that not even he calls a motorcycle collection, though that’s what it is.
Every now and then he sips from a pint mug of Louise’s coffee and mumbles a memory. In the crazy old shed, bikes, trikes and spikes are everywhere. Old road and dirtbikes share space with a Can-Am Spyder, which Geoff sold to someone then bought back “because I like it”. There are Yamaha jetskis, the remains of several boats, powered and unpowered, and out in the yard a scraggly bunch of farming utensils I can’t put a name to, all lying…