This Moday, the 28th of February at 16:15 PM my grandfather passed away.
I'm writing this topic as tribute to my grandfather, he was a legend, and a biker.
He was a special man, he met my grandmother when he was around 12 years old and since then they've always been together, they married when he was 18 and when he got 20, he got cancer. He fought his whole life against the cancer and many other dissaeses, it was hard but with his charisma and personality he kept going.
He was a man full with dreams, but as he got sick he couldn't do anything. He drove around in a truck for a few years, but after that was to much for him, he started to work in a really big shop where he was some sort of mechanic. That's where his passion for motorcycles started, from that day he bought an old motorcycle from around 1930, a "BSA". From that day he kept doing different tours trough the whole country, even trough the whole world. He has been
- Several times national champion
- Won more then 500 tours
- Won couple global races
There were a few things that were extremely important to him;
-his wife
-his motorcycles
-his kids+kids from his kids (me)
He was known by me for his great attitude, he was by everyone. He had no enemies, everyone loved him the way he was. Here a few pictures from his motorcycles, just a small part, he had around 15 in total.
He learned me how to fight, and I did multiple motortours with him, it was lovely. I was on his back in many tours. When someone crashed their bikes, he was always there to repare it. He could fix anything with, A piece of gum, a straw and a key.
Goodbye!
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