As I have passing interest in historical motorcycling, I occasionally browse Ebay for memorabilia to add to the tawdry array of dust-collectors that grace my shelves. Being a discerning buyer, I avoid the commonplace and save my harded-earned for quality items. The good stuff - (like my genuine Barry Sheene fag-end, limited edition, on a plaque that says â€œ100% BSâ€) â€“ is hard to come by. Ebay is littered with easy-to-get items â€“ Kenny Roberts Jrâ€™s frilly undies, Checaâ€™s slightly scraped leathers, Rossiâ€™s Claudia Schiffer blow-up doll and remaindered copies of â€œMotivate Yourselfâ€ by Sete Gibernau. I did buy slim volume entitled â€œThe Collected Acceptance Speeches of Alex Barrosâ€, but both pages are in Portuguese. With the exception of KRJrâ€™s unmentionables (which are excellent for cleaning the MVâ€™s chain) none of my collection is particularly useful. Sure, the Schiffer doll is a conversation starter, but, as she doesnâ€™t talk back, Iâ€™m feeling a bit guilty about our relationship. I want to get to know one another (after all, sheâ€™s been given a ride by the Doctor â€“ surely sheâ€™s got a story to tell?) , but she just seems to want toâ€¦ But I digress. To cut a long story short, I set about hunting for a piece of real history that I can use. Not something that will sit on the shelf â€“ something that I can look at every day, that will become part of my life. And Iâ€™ve found the answer. Wouldnâ€™t it be great to live on â€“ yes, on â€“ the spot where some motorcycling David took on a Goliath in an epic struggle and won? Some place that embodied a classic â€œHe came from nowhere to beat the Worldâ€ type story? Well, Phillip Island waterfront property is well beyond my means. Winton is in banjo-picking country and Broadford is a not well served with nightlife. Which brings me to Williams Landing. No â€“ Iâ€™m not spruiking for the developers â€“ but this housing development is being built at the old RAAF Williams site â€“ better known as Laverton Aerodrome. Why is this significant? Because in 1976 this airfield was turned into a racetrack, where Kenny Blake (a local lad from Adelaide, in Melbourneâ€™s western suburbs) took on Giacomo Agostini. And won. Blake took his RG500 to a narrow win over the 15-times world champion, who was on a machine of some other highly respectable marque â€“ the name of which isnâ€™t really important right now. The upshot of all this â€“ pick the right house block and you could be living on the circuit. Better still, your driveway could be finish line. Picture yourself, racing Ago every night on the way home from work.