Jupp, no kidding.
Just look at this, alien-gathering?
So, we were out on our premiere tour with Rickard’s motorcycle for the summer, and were just about to end with a view of the sunset from Vettakollen near Holmenkollen.
The guy in the car had a walkie talkie.
On the top of the roof there were two rather «normal» antennas, and one not «normal» at all. At least not on top of a car, built from the left front wheel and fasten it with a green belt to the roof …
Wtf?
Every time he was talking or receiving a message, assumed, the whole thing was shaking at the top.
It was shaking so much we were wondering if it was unhealthy to be next to it.
And this is not all.
After laughing for a while, wondering how long he would do his freak show on his own, or with his alien club, another random guy popped up.
A guy with a lot of curls, in dark beige clothes. In a small purple car, home-made into a cabriolet, with too huge wheels for his car.
He parked right in front of us, took out his entire camera equipment bag (!) and started photographing his car – from every possible angle – fast and confident.
We just had to leave this view point – too many freaks at one place.
So I didn’t get to take picture of this guy.
Puh.