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Discussion in 'Epic Rides' started by Colebatch, Oct 18, 2012.
We have seen some of those Russian driving skills.
When we were walking back to our hotel from a restaurant in Zmeinogorsk .
There was a HIGH speed police chase trough the town. With some cops in a Lada chasing a Lada !!!
This was so funny to see, both with roaring engines and screaming tires going 45km/h MAX
How many days is the total trip and what is cost of this kind of trip?
Here we are reorganizing our stuff while Terry was making one of his hilarious video diaries....
Hi Walter and team,
Thanks and respect to you all for this great RR, it reads like a book, only the reader is not in control here
If you would happen to be in London this weekend, I would be more than happy to buy you a beer.
But I see I am not the only guy saying that here
How many miles are on the odometer so far? I can almost smell Mongolia here also!
Regarding the river crossings, what about a drain button in the fuel tank like smaller planes have to drain the condensation water or what is the best way now to drain the water from the fuel?
<LITTLE_HIJACK>For me this is all very inspiring and learning, as I am planning a similar trip for 2013. I am thinking small group like 3-5. I am still alone at this point so if others would be interested, pls PM me! EOHJ
This picture cracks me up.
The completely opposite looks on their faces.
One knows Walter, the other one want's to know him!
yeah, but that's Rod's knee in the bottom right
Guys, the photos actually don't do her justice. She was a knockout girl with a great sense of fun and mischief and REALLY liked to have people there and party.
I would say additionally that Hassan, her husband is a Chechen and you REALLY don't want to tread on a Chechen's toes so the complications of romantic entanglementswere never even considered as an option. When we were not too tired we were too drunk anyway..
Hi Teeds. Terry and I are both 57 so unless you're considerably older or have other health issues , there's honestly no reason not to consider the trip.
As W has stated, he's far from the most techie rider and myself and T are exactly the same. It's about attitude more than ability-bloody-mindedness more than anything I suppose...and of course the availability of the time-but even then the trips breaks down into 3 logical parts. Don't write it off as a possibility. Enjoy the thread ...
"My memory has faded now ... maybe it was the vodka the previous night ... but I sorta kinda think Rod left early in the morning with his bike in Hassan's van, heading north to Barnaul 600 km (400 miles) away ... or maybe he was still with us and my memory has turned into cheese.
Let me help you here mate. I checked Beamster's note book: We left at about 16:00 in the afternoon."
P is right. We had torn the bike down rebuilt it, tried routing the filters externally as changing filters SEEMED to have provided some reliability hitherto, However, this time it made no difference, the old bag wasn't going to play ball. And I'd wasted enough of the guys holiday whilst they hung around waiting for me so it was a no-brainer-they'd push on and I'd get the bike north to Barnaul one way or another and see what I could make happen.
This is where the great generosity and open-ness of these people again shone through.
Hassan had left the night before and after W had a talk with Yana, she called him up and from Barnaul he arranged a truck to take the bike north at 0600 the next morning.
During the late afternoon she came to me and told me that the truck was on its way, would be here at 9-ish (evening) and would turn round straight away with me and the bike on board.
Thye driver and truck arrived about that time with a drivers mate on board, and I wheeled the bike out whilst the guys screwed about trying to make a ramp out of planks they found lying around. I didn't want to bike to end up on top of someone having fallen off a plank 4ft in the air so I stopped them and told one to grab the bottom of the fork leg whilst I did the same on the other side, his mate steadied the rear and we tossed it up onto the truck. Try that with a GS anyone!
They tied it down and I said goodbye to Yana who truly had a tear in her eye-I think she just loved having a gang of people there-and we set off into the unknown on the next part of The Great Adventure.
So began the journey north with a driver that only knew one speed...as fst as it will go-to Barnaul across what seemed the bounciest road surface I've ever encountered..we'd be riding along, both guys chain smoking and us all bouncing nearly out of our seats every few seconds.....it was like The Seventh Wave...bounce bouncebounce bouncebouncebounce BOUNCE )( repeat to fade)and I just couldn't get any sleep.
As the guys wound down they decided to stay wake with EUROPOP!!
FFS am I not suffering enough!! , I'm absolutely bolloxed, and cramped in a tiny cab traveling at Warp factor 9 on the Washboard Express with two chain smoking guys that don't understand a word I say-and now it's feckin' Europop.
The truck stopped during the night and one of the guys just got out and wandered away. We were nowhere near a town so I can only assume someone was coming to pick him up. At least now I had a bit more room.
We got into Barnaul about 7 in the morning, unloaded the bike and the after calling Hassan the driver left.
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. Within 10 minues H arrived in a big Toyota V8 4WD and we went the few hundred yards where Viktor had his repair shop.
Hard to describe the building as it seemed to be in a tunnel with a couple of windowless units off, and he wan't at work yet so we left the bike there ( if it gets stolen so feckin' what..the thieves can have the grief ) and went to get some breakfast and a hotel.
Sorry guys I'm up in Yorkshire on a slow connection and can't load the pics-if no one sorts it I'll reload on Sunday
If anyone has a pic of Viktor please upload-I have none alas. He's without doubt the best regarded motorcylce mechanic for a thousand miles and although a little tacturn, once you get past that he's a true gem.
He arrived about 8.30, screaming up and leaping off a supermoto, and I explained what the problem was -amazing what you can get across with a wet phrase book and 10 words...
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"KAZAHKPETROLSHIT.....VaDA", he bellowed after I mimed the symptoms . ..telling me that Kaz gas was full of water. I had some doubts as the rest of the bikes has used the same gas but hey-it was his gaff and I had to defer tto his experience. I took the bike to bits and down to a point he could access pretty uch anything he needed. he dropped the fuel out ( P and I had done this already-more than once ) and showed me some water in the bottom of the receptacle he'd put it in.
Hassan meanwhile was getting hungry and I needed a hotel, I asked him if he'd call me one and he was emphatic .." NO!...you stay at my home!" and he wouldn't be moved from that. We then went to a restaurant for breakfast and we collected when we wanted from the counter and queued up to pay. Least I can do is buy his breakfast. "NO....I buy!" and put himself between me and the till girl.
I'm thinkin' "Ok..I'll buy dinner tonight"
There's a sort of aggressive hospitality culture in this part of the world, and I think it's something like this ..if you're their guest they see it as part of being your host to supply all food and drink. Maybe Walter will explain better than I as he spends so much time there. But when one's used to repaying in a like manner it's quite difficult to deal with. You just need to go with it and wait for an opportunity to do something for them.
I suppose this is one way to get your post count up without actually having to to do a lot....
In trying to explain how much help Hassan was to me I'm almost lost for words.
After breakfast we went back to his home and I dropped my gear off, and we went back to his office. He has a structural engineering business and does very nicely indeed.
He went into a meeting and left me in an office with a PC with internet connection so I could then contact my wife, mother etc and my KTM agent in England for advice. I also started using Google translate and we'd sit and talk as well as this (very literal) tool allows. Brilliant. I would have been absolutely stuffed without him and will be forever grateful.
If there's a downside to him he's scarily agressive behind the wheel. It's maybe a Chechen thing? Like 15 year old who hasn't quite learned yet but thinks he's the next F1/Nascar champ. I'm usually a happy passenger but within 100 yards I had my seatbelt on and pulled tight.
Barnaul is a big city, with tons of traffic lights and a blanket speed limit of 50 Kmh-30mph.
Remember the V8?
I'd be able to see a red stoplight 200 yards away with trucks, cars, cyclists etc between us and the light...and he'd be doing 70mph ( 110 kmh) and ACCELERATING through the traffic cutting across all 3 lanes and back...then standing the car on it nose to stop...then as soon as it was green we were off again. I don't think I exhaled in 25 minutes.
I swear I'm not exaggerating . It was constantly terrifying.
At about 5.30 Viktor called -the bike was runnning well, and would I come and test it first thing the next day.
That night I went out with Hassan and a friend and celebrated.
Thanks Norse. Feel free to chip in...you're doing the work after all..
Work? Hardly! I'm sat on the couch with a glass of red being entertained and every now and again I'll find some way to bring a bit of inuendo in to the mix. It's a pleasure to help.
...sooo, whats up with the katoooommm???? water?... can't be that silly, since you checked it about 100 times already ...
I was thinking that the water in my carbs was from the first crossing So It was that "KAZAHKPETROLSHIT"
This is Viktor in his cave.
I discovered he knew at least one word of English - he used to describe KTM's - it started with F. It wasn't Fantastic.
And as Rod said he is a great guy. Don't even bother with the KTM dealer there (which is called Bike Land, but the locals call Bull Land) just go straight to Viktor's. His address on Walter's Waypoints, if you dont have them just ask any biker in town, they will know him.