Pacific H-D, through my friend Roger Chambers and remembered a cool Knucklehead bob-job I'd seen tucked away in the back of his shop.
So one day I headed an hour and a half north out of the city to the central coast, where I shot the shit with Mark and then shot his bike. It's one of his personal bikes and one of my favourite Knuckleheads.
Mark had an online store where you could browse his stash of vintage parts but it was never updated, so I'd be tantalised enough by a ribbed Bates seat or set of Stelling risers to call him, knowing he'd always say "ahhh... we sold that ages ago".
The green Knuck's in issue one, in case you've never seen a copy.