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I created MotoFiaccone as an expression of my work. I’ve always been interested in all things automotive. In 2004, my life was finally at a point where I could begin exploring long-term auto projects. I initially set out to design and build a car from scratch. However, with absolutely no experience, I decided to build a locost se7en. Having learned a tremendous amount of working experience—specifically welding, designing, CAD, sheetmetal, etc.—I set out to build a café racer. This lead to another cafe racer (and, indeed, another cafe racer), and hence the birth of MotoFiaccone.
Professionally, I have a desk job doing creative and strategic marketing. In addition to the MotoFiaccone project, I coach U7 girls soccer for my daughter, Bella. I watch a lot of football, specifically my alma mater: The University of Oklahoma. When chance allows, I go on the piss with my wife, brother, friends or whomever.
I have an interesting mix of blood running through me. A majority of it hails from behind the Iron Curtain; in small villages on the outskirts of Budapest Hungary. A smaller amount originates in the mist of Lago Maggiore: Intra, Italy. I live in Dallas, Texas with my wife and two kids.
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MotoFiaccone is an expression of past and current projects alike. The locost BEC se7en was built and sold; the CB360 café racer was given as a gift to my brother Shaun. I currently have the CL350 café racer that I originally built, but it is always in the state of flux. I’m currently building an Yamaha RD400 two-up café racer.
Additionally, I’m build a MG Midget for my wife. It’s getting a frame off—well, technically it’s a uni-body—restoration. The upgrades include a new suspension, some minor bodywork and a fuel injected Miata engine. |
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What happened to the se7en |
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Well, that’s a tough one. I built that car out of passion and for the learning experience. Both were achieved, but the car sat in the garage. I never really drove it because it was such a hateful beast. It either wanted to be flogged at 13k RPMs or sat in the garage. More often than not, the garage won. Eventually, it got to the point where I only drove it on the track. On its final outing, my friend George stuffed it into a tire wall.
So I sold it to Brandon Fitch of Flyin’ Miata fame. He has it registered for the street and regularly kills track records. It went to a good home, and luckily, Brandon knows his way around cars. He made some minor modifications and apparently transformed the car. I watch its development with interest from afar. |
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