On the edge of this cavern-like wrecking yard of bikes and parts is Murray’s office.
There is a constant stream of customers who seem just as content poking about the dozens of motorcycles and through the rows of old, reclaimed parts as they are about actually buying something. There’s a cross-section of local diehard motorcycle fans milling around and most of them seem to know Murray.Ī few days later I’m sitting in that so-called “man cave”. The occasion is a fundraiser for the Johnsons’ son-in-law, Shane Gaghan, who’s planning another Bonneville assault on his self-built, turbocharged, Suzuki GSX-R750. We are standing in horizontal rain beside a football oval in the Adelaide Hills. “It hasn’t seen a vacuum cleaner in years and you’re surrounded by boys’ stuff.”Īs she talks, Murray just gives an innocent half-smile, the look that probably got him out of a lot of trouble as a kid. ‘To understand Murray Johnson’s business, you have to understand that he operates out of the ultimate man cave,” says his partner of 34 years, Jo-Ann Johnson. This article printed in Trade Motorcycles on Murray was a Phoenix member from 1974-81.
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