Freedom in flight
About Kristijan, a lover of everything that has a motor in it, a brother and friend who flew through the streets of Zagreb.
Everyone likes to think they are free, but Kristijan really was. He was of such a nature that his freedom was his road.
Riding from dusk to dawn, he enjoyed the entirety of the experience. The feeling of the wind on the skin, the sound of the engine which, with the push of a lever, becomes deeper, wilder and more terrifying. Which cuts the air faster and faster. And again, under his control. He was the master of that machine. And he was free with her. He flew with her.
Christian had a lot in his life. Beloved family, two sisters and bikers from the motorcycle club "Patriotis" who were like a second family to him. He loved motorcycle meetings, he was always out somewhere, drinking beer with his friends at Bikers.
He was always smiling, there for his loved ones, a true friend. But sometimes impulsive, impatient. Kristijan always wanted everything now and immediately! So once, while walking down the street, he saw a beautiful car in the showroom. It was a lowered car, sporty, in his favorite color. With beautiful lines, and its headlights looked like a cat's eyes. It was as if they were calling him, talking to him. He couldn't take his eyes off that beauty.
And what will. Even though Kristijan knew that he had no money for the car, that he would not be able to pay it off and that it would be taken from him in two months, he entered the showroom and bought it. And so it was. The down payment went to the wind, and the car came home with Kristijan.
The sisters teased him to enjoy it while he could, and Kristijan felt incredibly good in his new car. And let it be. Not long after, he left too young. His motorcycle flight took him too high... But his kindness, anecdotes and jokes live forever, in the hearts of his family and his Patriots.
