So it was an ordinary Saturday and I was planning to do something stupid so we went to the Harley shop in Helsingborg and did find some cool metal (a yellow Fat Boy) but I could not agree with myself to park all that money in my garage just to have it sitting there instead of in the shop. Let’s face it. How many hours have I managed to spend in the saddle the last few years? …sad thought but there it is. This thing called “reality” so I felt really down and we bought some T-shirts and a jacket for Martin instead and left for Biltema. Now this shop is a man’s paradise. Tools and stuff galore so you never have to leave empty handed. Yes, we managed to buy some stuff but my Mojo was still set on “low” and besides I was getting REALLY hungry so my brain started to malfunction.

It was at this point when we went in to the HONDA shop because Martin needed to get a pair of bigger dirtbike boots – the boy is growing all the time. Did that and got some other things he needed and was on our way to the cashpoint when Martin all of a sudden sat down on a brand spanking new 70 cc dirtbike and said “I like this one, why don’t we buy it”.