Hi, I'm Ivan Kovač. I was born in the 80s, which means I'm now at the age when you start to be more interested in commercials for vitamin supplements, probiotics, and orthopedic mattresses than you are in football.

Just when I thought I had come to terms with the fact that my craziest ride lately was to Kaufland, an idea was born. A motorbike. Naturally.

No, I don't plan on becoming a biker guru. I'm not going to get a flame tattoo or a leather jacket with a skull on it. Nothing hardcore. I just want a motorcycle. Nothing too expensive, up to 4000 euros, just for fun. For the soul. For a little "I'm alive" feeling..

Because realistically, we all have some little wish that never came true. Mine has two wheels, the smell of gasoline, and a sound that puts worries in reverse.

I know there are more important things. No drama if you can't help.

But if this crisis of mine (sorry, second puberty) makes you smile or feel compassion, and you want to help me accomplish this small, but big thing for me, thank you from the bottom of my heart. If not, that's okay. I solved my acne on my own, I'll solve this too.

Thanks for reading. And if you share, you get a ride on a motorbike.