I thought my visit to the Museo Morbidelli in Pesaro, Italy would be the usual motor-museum thing; bored receptionist to greet you, a wander around looking between bike and the corresponding information card stuck on wall, bike, card, bike, card, bike, card.
This visit however, was going to be a little bit different...
Instead of a bored receptionist, the first person I met was the man himself, Giancarlo Morbidelli, and he wasn't bored at all, he was attempting to mow the front lawn with an uncooperative electric mower. I suggested he give up on the mower and try a pair of scissors but the joke didn't translate very well into Italian and he looked at me like I was 'special'. We soon hit it off though when he discovered I was an Australian with a girlfriend from Pesaro; later in the afternoon, when his friends dropped by for a chat (including Marco Benelli of Motobi) he had great fun in introducing me as the Australian who’d come to steal their women!
He took me on a bike-by-bike tour of his collection, each one seeming to have one of those great motorcycling stories attached and a joke or two. I can’t say I looked at a single info-card but it was surely one of my most memorable museum experiences.
This isnt going to be an informative article covering the history of Morbidelli or an inventory of the collection (as I couldn’t possibly do either justice here), but rather some nice photos and a story or two from one of the great names in Italian motorcycling and a lifelong certified motorcycle nutcase! The photos shown here are the tip of the iceberg- you can see many many more here- and I advise you to!
His R&D and manufacturing center was setup in a small room inside the machinery factory, today, it houses the most successful and important racing machines.
His collection is made up of many bikes; restored himself, presented as-found or a couple as private pieces on loan / exchange from other collectors.
He told me that on birthdays and anniversaries he would give his wife some nice jewelry. His wife instead would drive around the nearby farm houses, knocking on doors to ask if they had any old Moto Guzzis or Benellis rusting in their sheds that she could buy as gifts! Bikes are presented as unrestored as possible; Morbidelli believing they are more beautful that way (even if almost completely oxidised); he showed me a gorgeous, immaculately restored Harley he regrets because it looks too 'painted'.
Many times he would excitedly show me his own fabrication work; the brazed sheet-steel petrol tank and cast ally filler cap of a Norton 18 OHV Supersport, the carved-foam tank mould-master of a GP Benelli produced from a single photograph of an old magazine. When bikes are so rare that finding missing parts is impossible, theres only one option- to get your hands dirty.
Giancarlo Morbidelli's museum is the result of a lifetime devoted to motorcycling and at almost 80 years of age his activity doesn't seem to be slowing; he continues to seek out and restore motorcycles for the museum and negotiate deals with other museums including the largest in the world- the Barber Motor Museum who have a couple of Morbidellis on display.
Upon leaving he gave me an exaggeratedly firm handshake and said " not bad for an 80 year old eh?" I agreed and challenged him to an arm wrestle; literally, arm of iron in Italian, he suggest an arm of aluminium instead since it was lighter...
(will keep you posted on the results of the arm wrestle next time I drop in at the museum...)
Grazie mille a Giancarlo Morbidelli and please see the rest of the photos here.