Living on the Edge ::
Stunt, Adrenaline & Freedom

Motorcycles have been my passion since I was young. They are an exciting form of self-expression, a test of skills, an adrenaline rush, and an experience that pushes the boundaries of what is possible on two wheels.

I have been riding motorcycles since the age of 16. By the time I was 20, I already owned my first bike, a Yamaha XS400. It was a small motorcycle, but for me, it was important to master the art of riding perfectly before moving on to bigger machines. With it, I posed for the cover of Bulgaria's first motorcycle magazine, Motomania. It was also with this bike that I embarked on my first long cross-border trip—to Slovakia and back.

When the 400cc bike became too small for me, I got myself a Honda Shadow 600—the dream of the rocker in me, a symbol of freedom, and the most beautiful chopper of its time. It was love at first sight. We were a sexy combination. Moreover, this bike allowed for all kinds of wild stunts—drifting, burnouts, and the so-called "knife-edge" moves, sliding the rear tire left and right at nearly 90 degrees. I could lean into corners down to the footpeg, leaving trails of fiery sparks on the asphalt. I often sought the thrill of this on the mountain curves of the Samokovsko Shose road, past Pancharevo, a scenic spot near Sofia.

Perhaps that's why, quite naturally, a year later I replaced it with a CBR600F—the aggressive sport version of Honda. I fell in love with the speed and adrenaline, as if I had found myself. The machine and I became one—a perfect symbiosis of beauty, aggression, and freedom. With it, I embarked on a solo journey to France, Italy, and Austria, with two backpacks strapped to the bike with bungee cords, a strong thirst for adventure, plenty of luck despite the challenges, and memories that will last a lifetime.

Between 2005 and 2008, I spent much of my time on racetracks across Europe with my loyal companions—Suzuki GSXR600 K6 and Yamaha R6. Tracks like Spa-Francorchamps, Zolder in Belgium, Assen in the Netherlands, Valencia in Spain, Folembray in France, and many others became my second home. During this period, motorcycles were not just a hobby for me—they were my passion and the ultimate expression of freedom and a thirst for adrenaline.

When I returned to Bulgaria to participate in Survivor, my life on the tracks came to an end, and regular street riding began to bore me. I thought it might be time to switch back to a chopper and become a café racer. While browsing chopper ads, two days later I found myself in Austria, loading a stunt bike into my trailer. At 36 years old, I decided to return to the world of motorcycles—this time through an entirely new discipline for me: stunt riding. Despite starting late, my dedication helped me quickly master the basics. Stunt riding became an exhilarating way to rediscover the adrenaline that had always drawn me to motorcycles.