lauantai 7. lokakuuta 1995
A couple of years ago I pulled up to a gas station, when a saw an old CB500 Four. I used to have just this kind of bike when I was 18. The owner of bike seemed to be in trouble with the engine and I just happened to know by the sound of the bike, that the carbureator needles were worn out. And I told it to the owner.
He was very happy to hear that since the bike was new to him and he had been struggling with this problem for long time. He did not know were to get the spare parts and I told him I could show him the way because the day was so beautiful and I had nothing to do.
The shop for these spare parts is in Ylästö. The place is full of curved motorcycling roads but unfortunately the general speed limit in the area is only 40 km/h (25 mph). This guy turned out to be quite a racer and I had hard time keeping up the pace. We were going about 140 km/h when I passed him the third time.... :-)
I was scared if the police would see us, we would loose our licenses and bikes for driving 100 km/h (70 mph) over speed! However, we were lucky this time and the blue boys kept away. All good things must come to an end and I left this happy fellow smiling to the yard of the shop.
A couple of weeks later I was washing my bike at the pavement in front of our office when a police car stopped next to me. I thought they were going to tell me to get away from the pavement but no. The same guy, this time in uniform, jumped out from the driver seat with a huge smile and asked me when are we going to go for a ride again?