It’s the summer of 1976. A long-haired chap of 24 is fixing bikes from a rented shed, dreaming of working for himself.
A chance offer from a London borough council and the hippy from Glasgow had his own shop (at the bargain price of just £5 a week).
Forty years on and Roger’s little East End shop has grown to a three-floor warehouse with a fully equipped workshop in a quiet Suffolk town.
Draganfly Motorcycles turns the big four-oh this summer and a lot has changed since he starting riding ‘Attila’ the Huntmaster and fell in love with Ariels.
Read more in September’s issue of TCM