My own shit...on my own day.

Got these complaints...that I never post pics of my own stuff...well today's my b-day so wtf...here we go! Some seriously ol' stuff from my own vault!

 Must've been like 7 or 8. With one of my long fork bicycles. Learned to weld doing those bikes. Z-bars and jeansjacket with cut-off-arms. All part of the deal.

14 and I just finished my moped chop. Spent soo much time on that thing. The first real build I did from scratch. Calles Chopperparts did the fork for me. I saved all my money to pay for that fork. Set me back 150 bucks back in the day. A fortune! Soo cool that he trusted me and my order. No down payment. That fuckin' rules! Calle still remembers welding it up! That fork still looks awesome!

Eventually I won my class at the Hot Rod Show in Stockholm in -86. I was sooo stoked!

 When I turned 18 my brother Daf borrowed me 1000 euros so I could buy this chopped Triumph. Today it looks grand. But back then it was ugly as sin. My brother dug it tho, he's older then me and for him it represented a real chopper! I couldn't wait to cut it all up.

 So the first winter after I bought the Tri,  I chopped it all up. My brother was shocked and thought I lost it all. But I had a plan. Here I'm wrapping up the frame fixture.

That orange welder, the Boxer, was my first welding machine. I got it from my dad when I was like 6 or 7 'cause it was busted and only ran on full power. I cherished that thing like my holiest possession. It finally gave up sometime in the mid -90's. Damn I miss that Boxer!

Today I deal with other Boxers...kinda weird actually.

 Built a new frame around the original motormounts. Did my own fork, wheels, oiltank, etc, etc

 Rode that thing 3 summers. First year it was orange, second year green and third yellow...

It ended up in a bunch of magazines. And on the Norrtälje Custom Bike Show podium. Love this pic with my friend Thomas and his Norton, shot for Wheels Magazine in -91.

 Never bothered with TUV or numberplates and stuff like that...bike ran good anyway!

 That fat car tire in the back did for great burnouts. Remember that this particular event made our neighbors wanting to call the fire brigade since they thought we had set our clubhouse on fire...

 When I was 19 I bough my first Harley basketcase from Michael Fors: a 80" Flathead. Half a year before I had met legendary Mats Hedenstrand and was absolutely floored by his orange badass flattie. And he indulged me into the secrets of the big sidevalve H-D motor. After that I just had to have my own!

 2005, 4 in the morning,  sitting on the floor of Plebs Choppers clubhouse and trying to work on the Monster Garage Copper Cojones bike with Gordon, Ronny and Benny of UCC fame.

2010, knees in the breeze, gettin' rid of the fleas...on the Forsaken Shovel. Now owned by Jonas in Stockholm. Thanks Jonas for letting me ride it once in awhile=)!