Schindler was an avid motorcyclist before the War, and rode the racing circuit in Europe. He liked Italian bikes (like Moto-Guzzi and Ducati) and was designing and building bikes in his garage when the War started.
He later used his knowledge of bikes to divert some SS who roared up to his factory on motorcycles. Some cigarettes, petrol, and “scooter-talk” sent them on their way as a couple of hundred Jewish Workers held their breath on the other side of a wall.
The scene from Keneally’s book would have made a wonderful movie sequence, and to this day, I can’t figure out why Spielberg ignored it.
Oh well, I guess us bikers look at the world a little differently!
Keep the chrome side up, brother Oskar!
Thanks for the post. I tried to find the “Leanings” article that Peter Egan wrote about Schindler shortly after the book came out and post a link to it but could not find it online. And yes, we do look at life differently, wouldn’t have it any other way.