The last few blog posts have given you an idea of some of the more intense moments along the roads to eastern Russia, but Dave and I still couldn’t figure out why so many people—even riders—told us not to...
The Home Stretch
On the morning of Aug. 22, Dave and I woke up at 6:30 a.m. in order to have enough time to catch the 9:00 a.m. ferry outside of Yakutsk that would plant us back on the New Summer Road...
And Then Russian Vodka Happened.
When Dave and I pulled into Yakutsk late the night of Aug. 18, as the decrepit souls we were after my crash and Dave’s broken rear shock, we found Brian, who’d raced off ahead after helping us with my bike,...