Hard work helps.
I was 14 years old and been working after school and on free time many years.
This summer I made enough to start looking for a motorcycle.
I lived alone with my mother who couldn't see the differens between a moped and an MC.
In our basement we had 2 small storage rooms made in wood for each apartment. Some wasn't used at all and only had leftover stuff from earlier residents. They where unmarked so you could choose.
I found a big one in the end of a corridor, It had a small window as well. With some modification I could fit my moped inside and still have a bench to do works on.
To fit a motorcycle I needed to move the half wall the door sat on. The other half was next storage wall. I saved about 50 cm after I moved it out.
The whole project was of course a secret. Nobody in the house could know.
I started looking for MC ads and found a bike in Huddinge. An older brother of a friend did help me with the call. All fine, price was 650 sek. Ready to pick up.
I had the money and the brother took us to the address of the seller. A modern townhouse with the garage open and an older guy policing the bike.
We passed him 20m and parked. I took a deep breath and left the car. He looked at me little strange but I shaked his hand and took a look at the bike. He started it and rev a couple of times. I gave it thumbs up. It looked frikkin new!
Are you the buyer? he asked.
Yes! But my brother takes it home. It was 650:-? I show him the money. Looks great.
He looked at the car and took the money.
You need a recite and papers, he said. I signed and got the papers.
Shall I help you? asked he and looked on the car? No thanks! I will lead it over there, thank you!
I kicked up the stand and walked away with the bike. Happy as a..kid with a new bike.
A Husqvarna Silver Arrow.
My friend an the brother stepped out and looked, we stood for a couple of minutes and started the bike. The guy was still looking.
A couple of minutes later he gave up and closed the garage door. 2 seconds later I gave it a bit to much gas so the really long back fender scratched the road.
Then I drow away out of site and took an hours trip in all directions until I went home and parked behind our house. Nobody walked so far and especially not my mom.
Later I parked the moped outside and took the bike in backwards into my storage and locked.
I used my moped to school and the motorcycle on afternoons. I bought a helmet and gloves to look older. And MC glasses.
Used it until the day I became 16. Went for a licence test in April. Sunny morning and heavy snowfall when we did our theory test. All good.
Snowstorm and the guy who drive behind started nagging, another day, bla bla.
I said no way, I have booked today so lets go.
We drow around for an 20 minutes, I could see about 20 meter in front. Stopped after some cars and the guy behind started to blick right. So did the cars in front so I followed them.
Back he told me with a smile I didnt pass!
Why? It was some roadworks in that corner we turned right, and an arrow I didnt see pointing around the digged hole.
But we all took the same line! I said.
Yes, but you had a test, he answer.
You have to make another appointment.
Fuck you! I said and drow away.
So It was just as fast without a licence! A couple of years later I took it apart and rebuild with a black frame, fork an swing. Tank yellow slight orange. A bit higher, hi Rocket bar and a long hair fur.
Didnt use it much as party and girls took all free time. Put it up for sale and sold it to the first visiter. That guy was lucky!
Bought another 250 instead....
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