Back in July, I rolled a Ural sidecar into a ditch while riding in the mountains around Big Bear, California. I snapped my left wrist and made almost as a big a mess of the bike. You’d think that would have taught me something. But no. Not six months later I was back on a Ural. In Siberia. In the snow. Was I scared? Hell yes, I was scared. But no other vehicle could have gotten me here.
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