It is not only inside the walls of citadels where we will find surprising secrets but around the corners of small villages like Patones de Arriba (Madrid). In fact this time this iconic van was awaiting for us at the very entrance of the village.
Ooooh man, it was summer of 1993, I was 15 years old (young!, very). My father just got me this wonderful, even perfect, XR for my birthday. A whole new world opened in front of me since I took my first ride on a motorbike with 7 years old.
Things were different at that time, and I am not selling you that things now are worst or better, but at that time things were just different and you understand what you want pals.
I just need a picture like this to share with you my understanding of those years. If you focus on some details you will see a helmet, which I borrowed from a friend and that time it wasn’t mandatory to wear it when riding on the road so imaging off road. I was wearing regular boots and cargo trousers and some black tee. Safety in this case was not first, was just behind fun…
This picture had to be taken during the first days because I remember that tail light did not last too long and had to be replaced for a strong one.