Motorcycles

It all started with a mini motorbike which belonged to my neighbourhood friend Jacek. We rode it to death on local streets, pavements, and football pitches to show off in front of the girls from our school. We used to ride together always wearing our riding goggles and dungarees imported from Turkey. A funny little monkey bike always trying to escape the clutches and tickets issued by the community support officer. I had my big moments as a teenager when delivering the brand new Simson bikes – made in DDR and imported by my dad to support the family budget – to their new rightful owners. There were also tears when my dreams were changing their owner ... Then, a long break. The motorcycle patron saint must have stopped smiling down at me. Many years later, when I set up my advertising agency, I started to receive orders from a Honda dealer in Gdynia. As part of a barter arrangement I accepted a tiny scooter, a red 50cc. I used to drive through the streets of Kraków with my small son Szymon sitting on the seat between my legs, proudly donning a green helmet and turning up the throttle to the max. When my friends compared me sitting on my scooter to Yogi Bear, my hurt male pride immediately made the decision to sell. My appetite for motorcycles increased, so did the thickness of my wallet. New powerful scooters started entering the market. My choice was Yamaha Majesty 250. Now, this was finally something in my motorcycle education. This automatic scooter seamlessly accelerated to 150 km/h and did not have any bear connotations...