. . . . I trusted the guy as a friend (which he was pretending) and as a dakar mechanic, but the bike was completed from parts which he found in the garage floor (and should be rather in the bin) and the work done on the engine was not adequate to his exagerated reputation. I have no respect to him anymore. So I had to invest plenty of money into the bike to make it run how it should. Now I know the bike like it was my own kid. Still some small issues in front of me (changing bar and rising it, suspension tuning, carb jetting, rad fan from PC, balancing the center of gravity towards back by a simple auxilary tank of my own design), but the real problems are over, bike runs well and starts at the first-second kick anytime. The starter, battery and related gears are removed, so the bike is a hardcore lightweight fourstroke hammer. If I was a rich man, tara-rada-da (in the material way), I would try a modern 300 twostroke or 350 fourstroke, which I had opportunity to test this fall, but I am satisfied enough with my current bona fide-made genuine authentic Husaberg designed from 99% with honest love in Sweden.