A great fellow, true vintagent, and source of marvelous stories, Keith Hamilton moved on to the big motorbike workshop in the sky in 2009. I had the pleasure of corresponding with Keith for many years, and every email or phone call would meander in the best possible ways, from his adventures during WW2, to building the first radio-equipped civilian motorcycle, to hobnobbing with Les Diener (constructor of the Eldee DOHC racing Velocette). He served in the RAAF for 5 years during WW2, as a flight engineer on Catalinas, and later on B24 Liberators. In later life, he captured the attention of an online chat room as he worked to locate the PBY Catalina flying boat he’d ‘ditched’ during WW2 in the South Sea, from notes he kept on the day!

Keith Hamilton with his 1923 Velocette Ladies’ Model in 2005 [Paul d’Orleans]
Keith was soaked through with a love for Velocette, although he wasn’t exclusive in his affections; two Pioneer Rex’s and a water-cooled 1912 model (for which he wove his own cane sidecar body) and the odd ‘other’ machine passed through his prolific workshop. He is perhaps best remembered for specializing in the nearly forgotten 1920’s Velocette two-strokes, especially the Ladies’ Model, often seen with the man at some antique rally or other.

“My 1930 KSS racer after its last competitive ride, a road race at Marion (Adelaide suburb) SA, Summer 1947. Shortly afterwards he sold the bike with all road and racing equipment for £104 (quite a lot of money then!) to pay off part of the 960 pounds it had cost to build my new home!” [Keith Hamilton]
While in Sydney in 2006, I had the chance to visit with Keith and his wife Barbara, and ride his famed ‘Ladies’ Model’ restoration. The Velo lightweight two-stroke single of 225cc was a bit wobbly at low speeds, and was certainly underpowered by modern standards.  It was an acquired taste, and one which Keith was increasingly unable to savor as his health declined.  Always practical, he continued motorcycling in later years on a newish v-twin with an electric leg, stretching his riding days well into his twilight years.

Keith’s son Robin in the 1940s with his ‘big tank’ KSS special and the speaker for his portable radio mounted on the handlebars [Keith Hamilton]
Born in Glenelg, South Australia, in 1921, Keith was apprenticed as a youth to his uncle, Clarence Darwin Sweet, at the small garage workshop in the backyard of his home in Warradale, SA. Keith spent much of his life far away from conveniences like motorcycle dealers and easy spare parts availability, so became a past master at ‘bush maintenance’. That’s not denigrating his work, for it was always first-class, and never bodged – rather he was just as likely to make a part, small or large, as to buy one from the factory. I think that after keeping an early KSS Velo running daily with little spares support in the 1940’s, restoring obscure 1920’s motorcycles held no terrors for him, and he was quite capable of fabricating just about anything needed, from a cylinder muff to a petrol tank. He saved quite a few old bikes in this manner, a testament to his boundless energy – he seemed indestructible! In 2008 he completed a book on motorcycles, his ‘Other Love’ (his wife Barbara was the first great love of his life), with the help of his daughter Glenda. It chronicles a life of buying, repairing, racing, and restoring a long string of very interesting bikes, from his first KSS mk1 onwards.

“Springbank 1946. My restored KSS/TT back into scrambling again after disappointing performance of friend’s Mk. 2 KSS. I won a race first time out. Note my ‘deepened’ (by 60mm) petrol tank, and also the lengthened battery carrier which carried a radio that I built in the last months of my time in the RAAF. MSS front guard replaced by light alloy item. I used to ride to the scramble track, fully equipped with lights and the radio. Les and mates would help strip off all accessories in the pits (I had equipped all wiring with ex. aircraft ‘multi pin’ plugs and sockets) and then replace them all after the races, so that I could ride home and my (first) wife wouldn’t be any the wiser! She eventually woke up when she read a program and noted a strange name, which just turned out to be the same as one of my former girlfriends – J. (Joan) O’Grady!” [Keith Hamilton]
I was particularly fond of his tale of creating the first ‘civvy’ radio set for a motorcycle on his trusty Velocette KSS. He had purchased a surplus radio after WW2 and managed to rearrange its contents into a compact box, barring the speaker. This he worked into a large decorative motorcycle horn, which he turned to face himself. A slightly larger battery helped with the sound, and voila, he could listen to the radio while riding, about 30 years before touring Gold Wings and Harleys had such equipment. Stylishly done, too, as ever with Keith.

A vintagent from way back, this is Keith with the 1904 Rex he restored in the 1980s [Keith Hamilton]
He loved to pen his thoughts, and wrote four books of prose/poetry, including his work experiences in Australia and abroad, and of course his motorcycles. Keith, his wife Barbara, and his daughter Glenda created a website for all of his books, which can be found here. The following is an example of his storytelling, from his book ‘When God Created Woman’.

The Old AJS

‘Daaad!’ The two brothers had been whispering together as their elder sister and mother cleared away the dishes of the midday meal, while their father ran his eye over the Sunday Mail. Dad lowered the newspaper and knew immediately that the boys had something serious on their ten year old minds. ‘Yes?’ ‘It’s that old motorbike in the garden shed, could we pull it out and get it going?’

“My 1930 KSS/ TT summer 1940 at my home at Sturt, SouthAustralia.” [Keith Hamilton]
‘Well, you had better ask your mother about that’, said Dad, as he and his wife of fifteen years exchanged glances. This stumped the boys a bit; they were used to having requests referred to Mum, but on the subject of an old bike, a bit strange! Dad when on, ‘It’s really your Mum’s bike – it’s a long story’. ‘You see, back in the depression before the war, I was working up on the Murray with a mate. we both owned pretty beat up old bikes, mine a Norton, his a Triumph, we were cutting wood at the time, and ‘batching ‘ in a shed on the property owned by a widow woman with a young sheila that we took to be her daughter.

Keith in the 1980s with the original ‘Eldee’ after restoration: Les Diener’s special DOHC Velocette MOV 250cc racer, capable of well over 116mph at 9000rpm, and a winner of many a race. [Keith Hamilton]
The bike in our shed now, was at that time sitting in the shed where we slept, with one tire missing, and a homemade sidecar shassis topped with a shallow box attached, and it was on a Sunday such as this, that this sheila walked down from the farmhouse and found us checking out the old A.J.S. For that’s what it was, and in the course of convesation she said, “I’ll bet you boys could get that bike going, and teach me to ride!” Such a challenge was soon acted upon, and with the widow’s permission (it wasn’t her mother) the side car was detached and it’s good tire went on the bare rim of the bike, and we soon had it running around the paddock, with the girl showing that she would soon ride as well as we did! A couple of weeks passed, and we paid the widow 2 pounds 10 shillings for the outfit. We had spent some time fitting the ‘sidebox’ to my 16H Norton, and it was time to head back to Adelaide. I guess you could say that we had become pretty chummy with the sheila and it came as no surprise when she said that she was heading home to Adelaide also. She pointed out hat she could ride the AJS which I intended to partly dismantle and take home in the ‘box’.

Keith with his rare 1923 Ladies’ Model Velocette restoration, a 225cc two-stroke single that uses the same clutch as a 1960s Thruxton racer! [Paul d’Orleans]
So it was, that soon after we all headed off at daybreak and had a good run, until we were almost to my home town of Crafers in the Adelaide hills, at which point the back tire on the Norton went flat. While the mate and I sat on the side of the road and repaired the puncture, we sent the sheila on with instructions to call in to the house with the white picket fence on the edge of town and inform my family of our impending arrival. We made it home and I was surprised to find that the shiela and the A.J.S. were gone! “She just gave us the message and rode off on her bike”, said Mum. ‘Her bloody bike!’ I exploded. ‘It’s mine!’ seeing my thoughts of a ‘prettied up bike putting a few quid in my pocket disappear. However a couple of beers at the pub with some old mates had everyone laughing at how we had been taken by a bit of ‘fluff’! Then for the first time I had a strange feeling that my loss wasn’t all to do with the A.J.S.

Hamilton Melbourne garage. Artwork on garage door was work of our daughters – as far as I know it still remains
on the Watsonia door to this day. [Keith Hamilton]
I busied myself doing a bit of part time work in the local market gardens and was surprised to come home one afternoon and see the old A.J.S. leaning on the front fence, and inside the sheila happily chatting to Mum and Dad over a cup of tea! I stood there like a stunned mullet as she got up from the table, and gave me a big hug and immediately the tears and words began to fall out. “I stopped as you asked and gave your Mum the message but I was all mixed up inside. You never took any notice of me you sod – all you and your mate thought about was bikes! Somehow I couldn’t face you again and, anyhow the AJS was really sort of mine! I guess I intended to return it as soon as I sorted myself out, and so – here’s your bike back. I’ve looked after it.”

‘So boys – that’s the story – and yes, you really will have to ask your Mother about this one!’

Keith Hamilton and Paul d’Orleans in 2005 [John Jennings]
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