For Dieter, the rumble of an engine is pure music, a feeling that ignited decades ago watching riders slice through traffic.
For Dieter, the roar of an engine isn't just noise; it's a symphony. His journey into the world of motorcycles began with a surfer's yearning for freedom, a feeling sparked by watching riders weave through traffic like waves.
A clandestine Honda 250, stashed at a mate's place, became his first taste of two-wheeled liberation. A ride to the Scarborough Hotel, a six-pack, and a reciprocal nod from a fellow rider cemented his fate: "This is it."
Thirty years later, Dieter's passion burns brighter than ever. His beloved 1975 Ducati Sport, now resplendent in its rightful orange after a misguided blue phase, bears the scars of a life lived on the road. This bike, for Dieter, isn't just a machine; it's the epitome of the Italian cafe racer spirit.
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"I missed the motorbikes, I missed having the motorbikes," Dieter explains. The first Tuesday of every month sees York Lane come alive with the rumble of engines, initially a gathering for Italian bikes, a testament to Dieter's deep appreciation for their design and character. "For me, it was finding motorcycling and finding the people that rode motorcycles, both men and women. I love design, I love particularly Ducatis." He acknowledges their temperamental nature with a knowing smile: "They're not the most reliable bike, but you know, I find an Italian bike, it says no, it says no, but when it says yes... you'll sing, you'll dance".
For Dieter, Latins in the Laneway has become an open-air gallery. "I can have the crappiest day here during the day, but I hear that first motorbike turn up, and mate, the smile doesn't come off my face."
Head over to YouTube to check out our story with Dieter and hope to see you at the next Latins in the Laneway.