It’s not the most pleasant feeling when you get home from work to find three messages on the landline from the police wanting to “chat about an issue from a few years ago”.
I ticked off all the boxes: I hadn’t committed a murder since 1983; I had drifted away from the contraband scene long before that; I had never been involved in tax evasion (although a bank account in Guernsey would be nice); and I’ve never been a swinger skating on the edge of oblivion. But I am Italian and my family’s roots are in Griffith, so anything is possible.
But I was in the clear this time, because what transpired in the return phone call was something that hit me like a jackhammer – a Ducati 996 SPS press bike stolen from my St Kilda (Vic) unit in 1999 had been located at a recycling station (a ‘tip’ for the more mature readers) about 40km away.
Let me set the scene. In 1999, I was a staff journalist at Australian Motorcycle News, and we had just returned from a mega superbike comparo at McNamara Park in Mount Gambier (SA). All the bikes were stickered-up to look like the machines which had competed in that year’s Australian Superbike Championship – which was a memorable winning one for Ducati and Steve Martin.
When we returned to Melbourne, I not only garaged the 996 SPS in St Kilda, but also a Yamaha YZF-R1 – because my house was deemed ‘safe’ after a press Kawasaki ZX-7RR had been stolen, from another abode in St Kilda, a week earlier. Are you following?
So not only was the SPS stolen that fateful evening, but also the YZF-R1! The follow-up call I had to make to the AMCN editor, the late Ken Wootton, wasn’t full of unbridled joy, I can assure you.
After some initial excitement from detectives --- they were trying to break a stolen bike racquet – the case went quiet – until the call from police last week.
Apparently, some bloke saw the SPS at the Broadmeadows tip and bought what was left of it – an engine and chassis, both of which still look in immaculate condition. Project Underbelly anyone?
Unbeknownst to the buyer, he was buying stolen goods – a scenario that many innocent people find themselves in. Anyway, it kickstarted a flurry of correspondence that eventually led to the insurance company which paid out on the SPS. When asked if it wanted to take possession, the insurance company’s response was: “Leave it at the tip.”
So the story ends, after 12 years. The bike finally has a legitimate owner once again, but the scoundrels who perpetrated the crime remain at large.
And my wife is still not convinced that was the only reason the police called me.