Was hit by the news that Jonte(Swedevette) was dead, and that he had taken his own life. Have "known" him for like 10 years, we had a title for our self "fordons förädlare"(cant even translate that) Even thou i was older than he, we were on the same level about bikes and cars and charing ideas about builds. I will miss the guy... About his Pontiac http://jalopyjournal.com/forum/showthread.php?t=747267 An translate of the message from his family... Our beloved Jonathan Gyllenberg has chosen to leave us. He could no longer himself. The grief that we could not help him is indescribable, even if he himself tried and wanted to liberate everyone from guilt before he died. Jonte has periodically felt bad and then it is difficult to manage what hurts. On the surface, he could perhaps be perceived as tough sometimes, but on the inside he was gentle and very caring. He went terribly bad when he made one sad. Inside clapped a big heart, especially for animals. As a child, he bought early for their own money a roof rat, and then there was everything from stick insects to birds, lizards and ferret Gosta. In recent times was the poodle Birk his squire, and they've even picked up babes together in some of his cars. Right engine interest was huge, and something that helped himself still felt he in many ways had an amazing life. Think so damn much fun he had on Power Meet and car shows around Sweden where he also got to know many new friends. Jonte was very creative even in its engine interest and had a rare ability to see how he would fix things. He built several hojjar and Chopper was a disappointment. At one point he also managed with a simple ink streaks and a reciprocating saw taksänka an Amazon. He had eyes like that. Perhaps he had refined the talent in all the years of childhood when he painted warhammer and even had a workshop where they built landscapes. Jonte also ran happily around out there in the villages and explored the old historic environments, and he found an old Citroen on some farm somewhere, he could happily knock and talk with the owner, social as he was. He would have liked to become a taxi driver, but realized himself that it would not work because he was only interested in bussing older people. Instead mekade he tractors in Orrliden, tried the wings of a ventilation company in Uppsala where he was very well liked, and recently he has been working on Snidex Burträsk. There he has gone by the nickname Alloy Jesus, perhaps due to both the appearance and the ability to handle the material. For us, he has always been Jonte-Brunte. Now he is no more, but as he himself wrote: I'm in a better place now. We hope that he now from the place looks all the people who cared about him; everyone who joined at the accident scene and all those who came when the Pentagon Road Devils staged a spontaneous memorial service. We love him.