House of Simple Pleasures 2nd Ed

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  • Designed and illustrated by Carby TuckwellPublished by Deus Ex Machina Printed by Mr Oh and Junny at AlsoDoMinie, Singapore

    First edition published 2010 Second editon published 2012

    2012 Deus Ex Machina Motorcycles Pty LtdISBN 978-0-646-53503-6

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy or any storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher and the author.

    Design, illustration, motorcycle design, custom lettering and logotypes by Deus Ex Machina Motorcycles Pty Ltd 2004-2012. Deus Ex Machina name and logomark are registered trademarks of Deus Ex Machina Motorcycles Pty Ltd. All other trademarks are the property of their respective owners. All rights reserved.

    Photography - Carby Tuckwell

    Additional PhotographyEXPLODED GRIEVOUS - Andy BakerPIERRE THE CHEF - Chris Searl LOVERSLAND - Dustin HumphreyBALI - Tom Hawkins

    Deus Ex Machina

    THE HOUSE OF SIMPLE PLEASURES 98-104 Parramatta Rd, CamperdownSydney, NSW 2050 AUSTRALIA

    EMPORIUM OF POSTMODERN ACTIVITIES1001 Venice Blvd, VeniceVenice, CA 90291 AMERICA

    THE TEMPLE OF ENTHUSIASMJalan Batu Mejan No.8Canggu, 80361 INDONESIA

    deuscustoms.com

  • The extravagance in which my surplus emotion expressed itself lay on the road. So long as roads were tarred blue and straight; not hedged; and empty and dry, so long I was rich. Nightly Id run up from the hangar, upon the last stroke of work, spurring my tired feet to be nimble...[My] bikelived in a garage-hut...Its tyres never wanted air, its engine had a habit of starting at second kick: a good habit, for only by frantic plunges upon the starting pedal could my puny weight force the engine over the seven atmospheres of its compression.

    Boanerges first glad roar at being alive again nightly jarred the huts of Cadet College into life. `There he goes again, the noisy bugger. It is part of an airmans profession to be knowing with engines; and a thoroughbred engine is our undying satisfaction. The camp wore the virtue of my Brough like a flower in its cap.

    Boa is a top-gear machine, as sweet in that as most single-cylinders in middle. I chug lordlily past the guard-room and through the speed limit at no more than sixteen. Round the bend, past the farm, and the way straightens. Now for it. The engines final development is fifty-two horsepower. A miracle that all this docile strength waits behind one tiny lever for the pleasure of my hand.

    Another bend: and I have the honour of one of Englands straightest and fastest roads. The burble of my exhaust unwound like a long cord behind me. Soon my speed snapped it, and I heard only the cry of the wind which my battering head split and fended aside. The cry rose with my speed to a shriek: while the airs coldness streamed like two jets of iced water into my dissolving eyes. I screwed them to slits, and focused my sight two hundred yards ahead of me on the empty mosaic of the tars gravelled undulations.

    A glance at the speedometer: seventy-eight. Boanerges is warming up. I pull the throttle right open, on the top of the slope, and we swoop flying across the dip, and up-down up-down the switchback beyond; the weighty machine launching itself like a projectile with a whirr of wheels into the air at the take-off of each rise, to land lurchingly with such a snatch of the driving chain as jerks my spine like a rictus.

    The next mile of road was rough. I braced my feet into the rests, thrust with my arms, and clenched my knees on the tank till its rubber grips goggled under my thighs. Over the first pot-hole Boanerges screamed in surprise, its mud-guard bottoming with a yawp upon the tyre. Through the plunges of the next ten seconds I clung on, wedging my gloved hand in the throttle lever so that no bump should close it and spoil our speed. Then the bicycle wrenched sideways into three long ruts: it swayed dizzily, wagging its tail for thirty awful yards. Out came the clutch, the engine raced freely: Boa checked and straightened his head with a shake, as a Brough should.

    The bad ground was passed and on the new road our flight became birdlike. My head was blown out with air so that my ears had failed and we seemed to whirl soundlessly between the sun-gilt stubble fields.

    ...A skittish motor-bike with a touch of blood in it is better than all the riding animals on earth, because of its logical extension of our faculties, and the hint, the provocation, to excess conferred by its honeyed untiring smoothness. Because Boa loves me, he gives me five more miles of speed than a stranger would get from him.

    T.E. LawrenceTHE MINT Part III: THE ROAD

    I spend most of my time not dying.Thats what living is for.I climb on a motorcycle.I climb on a cloud and rain. I climb on a woman I love.I repeat my themes.

    Frederick SeidelOOGA-BOOGA

  • S H A P I N G B AY

    A R T I S T S T U D I O

    G L A S S &PA I N T B AY

    P H OTOS T U D I O

    M OTO R C YC L E B E N KA L

    H E A D O F F I C E

  • G A L L E R Y &S H O W R O O M

    S TAG E R E S TAU R A N T B AT UM E J A N

    B A R

  • SPECIAL FIT

  • SPECIAL FIT

  • S W A P P I N G , S E L L I N G , H A G G L I N G , F I G H T I N G . . . 1 2 P M S T A R T , R O L L E R R A C E S , H A R D M A N C O M P E T I T I O N S A N D A F R E E - F O R - A L L B I K E W A L L F O R S E L L I N G Y O U R O L D R I D E ( B E E A R L Y F O R T H E G O O D S P O T S ) . G O L D C O I N E N T R Y F O R B I K E S Y D N E Y . D E U S . C O M . A U

  • IN BENZIN VERITAS

    Deus ex Machina (god from the machine) roared into Australias cultural consciousness in 2006, with some neatly customised motorcycles and a quaint notion that doing something is more fun than just owning something.

    Deus (day-us) didnt set out only to sell custom parts and hand-built motorcycles, but to celebrate a culture of creativity. The Deus ex Machina showroom/cafe/headquarters in Sydney immediately became a shrine to run-what-you-brung resourcefulness and street-honest industrial art.

    The Deus philosophy recalls an era before the various pursuits of fun motorcycles, surfing, cycling, whatever split into exclusive, fundamentalist factions. All come together under the Deus roof, where theres simply respect for the authenticity and enjoyment of the machine.

    Since opening the doors at the Camperdown Temple of Enthusiasm Deus has spread its own flavour of internally combustible postmodernism around the globe. The way forward is one down, four up.

    THANKS

    TO ALL THE MECHANICS, POETS, ARTISTS, MISCREANTS, CHEFS, SHAPERS, RIDERS, SLIDERS, PEDALERS, SWAPPERS, WORDSMITHS, DESIGNERS, STAFF, MOOCHERS, HEROES AND FRIENDS WHO HAVE MADE DEUS EX MACHINA THE MULTIFARIOUS HEAVING MASS OF ENTHUSIASM IT IS.

    Special thanks to Frederick Seidel for kindly allowing us to use his inspired words.

    THE MOTORCYCLES

    The American 1200 V-Twin - PP.25-28Was conceived at the beginning of the Great Recession. Woolies goal was to take the most famous American-made, mile-dirt-track chassis called the C&J Low Boy (the winning-most, mile-dirt-track chassis ever built) and convert it into a street legal caf racer, using as many American parts as he could (hence the name, The American).

    The motor was built up with a Harley Sportster five-speed lower end, bob-weight-balanced crank performance rods, forged J&E high compression pistons, and Edelbrock big valve cylinder heads. Suspension up front came courtesy of Buell, with triple clamps hand-made at Durelle Racing. Works Perfomance Products, hand built the rear shocks. Sun Rims from Buchanans, knock-off hubs and brake hangers from A&A Racing, and speedo and electronics by Motogadget.

    The Long Black SR500 - PP. 49-50TZ 750 front brake, Buchanans rims with 304 SS spokes. The fender was hand made by 7metal West with Deus fender mount. The headlight was a vintage Ducati Mona modified to fit the Motogadget speedo, head light bracket was hand made out of stainless steel. NOS Tommaselli clip ons and a quarter turn race throttle. The twin pull brake is off a old water buffalo.

    The tank is a copy of a works Honda CR then heavily modified to fit the SR frame. The motor has a big J&E forged piston with all new valves and rocker with a fully ported set up, Megicycle cam shaft and FCR flat slid carb. The seat was hand crafted from the pan up leather work was by C&Cs. Shocks by Works Performance.

    A & A Racing in Northern CA built the triple clamps (with adjustable offset) as well as the chrome-moly swing arm. The A & A Racing rear hub is a fully adjustable with knock offs and full floating rear brake hanger (over sized rotor and Brembo caliper).

    The Mono SR542 - PP. 63-72Heatpainted SR 542cc engine with 42mm flat slide carb, flowed head and race exhaust, airbox removal, braided line kit, Ohlins Monoshock converion, stretched swingarm, Ohlins inverted front end, 320mm flating front disc, Braking 4 piston caliper, billet alloy top and triple trees, 5.5 headlight with mesh cover, Pro-Taper bars, stainless speedo and tacho, Alloy XT style tank, W650 seat adaptation, LED stop light, billet indicators, ignition relocation kit, stainless front fender, wide front and rear wheels with stainless spokes, and K180 tyres in 130mm front and 180 rear sizes, alloy foot pegs.

    Triumph T120 Bobber - PP. 123-128 Triumph T-120 hardtail, Joe Hunt magneto, custom oil tank. 18 rear, 21 front.

    1200 V-Twin Cafe Special - PP. 135-1382009 H-D Nightster custom. SR 400 tank conversion. 19 dia front wheel, 18 dia rear wheel, alloy rims, stainless spokes, Dunlop tyres, Ikon front and rear suspensi