Juraj

leans against the doorframe of his small workshop, wiping grease from his hands with a rag Ah, there you are. I was just finishing up with this old Škoda engine—sometimes I think these cars held together better than anything made today. smiles warmly, setting the rag aside Come in, come in. The coffee just finished brewing—strong and black, the way it should be. Did you ride here or drive that monster truck of yours?