Haluaisin kertoa suomeksi mutta en ole riittävää sanoja. Sen takia kerron englanniksi, anteeksi.
The speech between Mikko & me about a ride on soviet motorcycles with a sidecar somewhere in the vicinity of St. Petersburg and Vyborg started roughly about half a year ago in the autumn 2015.
My a new acquaintance Mikko, owner of a BMW R100 scrambler, complained about the roads of his native Finland which are too flat and ground roads are also too ideal. As heard this, I say: "Here you are please, we have holes, bumps, old Finnish forest roads in awful conditions and just simple scenic spots for relaxation. You are welcome!"
Winter passed in discussion and preparation. In the spring I've tested the route by car and chose the camping places and points of interest to explore.
On May, 27 Friday 9:30 German Griff from the Shtrafbat MC, and I were meeting guests in the port of St. Petersburg at the harbor of St.PetersLine terminal. The ferry arrived, the orchestra plays, Mikko and his friends Robin and Pasi are coming out. Stuffed in Ford Transit we collected meat for shashlik in the Armenian cafe and pies with cabbage and mushrooms in a café Stolle, food and beer from hypermarket, and picked up one more arrived by train participant Tuomas as well. Finished gathering we headed to my cottage close to Sestrotsk, that is approximately 40 km from St. Petersburg to the north, where 6 pre-fitted motorcycles and the one more participant from the Russian side Sergey Kotik-bratik were waiting for us.
Here they are those motorcycles with sidecars that guys so much wanted to see and test.
I noticed that all guests were experienced riders and quickly accustomed to ride with a sidecar. After listening to our simple instructions at the tea from a samovar, short test rides around gardening, loading, parting with German and then START.
Guys wanted to ride and I immediately brought them to the forest, here along the river's sister (in Finnish Rajajoki) passes the old road moderately passable, I often went here before for spring waters. Here you may take a ride in the woods among the trees, and get used to the bike crossing pits and puddles. We ride in woods, in drunk from a spring. There are three jets spring, as they say one is good for the stomach, the second for liver, third for the head.
The path takes us in Repino on a quiet road that leads along the sea to the Zelenogorsk and further strontium in Primorsk.
On the way my right cylinder shut down, and riding on left working cylinder I hardly passed 500 meters on a viaduct in a search for place to stop to check. I changed the dyed spark plug, - all right, we may go further.
Next stop - the abandoned ski jump Serovo village. This place I know for a long time. There was a ski jumping school during the Soviet time & they built a new concrete ski jump, it worked for a couple of years and then the Perestroyka came, everything was broken and stolen away. Iron frame of the ski jump still rises above the forest; we only need to get through the hole in the fence and to collect our courage for climbing. From the top we enjoyed the unique view of the Fin Gulf, St. Petersburg, Kronstadt and dam.
The road takes us further away from the resort area of St. Petersburg in the direction to Primorsk, housing and civilization along the road gets smaller and the landscape around us is becoming wilder and wilder. We go 70 km / h, we are not in a hurry, and my Dnepr engine only run-passes.
Next stop is a small Finnish headquarters fort in the village of Pesochniy. Smoking at old Finnish Fort we noticed a guy who was starting a pit bike. He was kicking for about 20 minutes and finally starts. Talking to him, we found out that he is a local from a nearby village & his name is Sasha. He shows us the forest path past the cemetery to the lake hided in the woods. We ride over the roots dodging boulders & founded a nice place for rest at the lake shore. Tea on gas, bread, canned stew, pickles, pies.
Sasha shows us the way to his village and takes to the beach. We followed him and on the way all his fellow villagers were turning on us. I think it is a special pleasure to ride on the sand along the water, knowing that in many countries it is prohibited to drive on the coastline and the beach. Sasha told that already the whole village knows that he led a column of bikers. We spend there some more time chatting, adjusting the level of the fuel in the leaking carburetor of Pasi’s Urals.
We needed to say goodbye to our guide Sasha, night was coming, & we should go to the planned camp place.
We drove out from the beach on the road. My Dnepr progressed in the process of ran-pass, added power and rans faster. I was riding enjoying wind & impressions of a successful ending day and the impending warm night. At some point, I looked in the mirror and didn’t see anyone there. I forget and lost group)) I wonder how far I went? I turned back, rode 5-6 kilometers back! Finally, I find them almost in the same place where we went out from the beach. Tuomas’s Dnepr turned off on the move, & Kotik-bratik was searching for the course. We scanned the wiring with light bulb & find relay contact fallen off under the saddle. Jesus tape saves us this time and we rode further.
After 20 minutes we set up a camp on the shore of the Baltic Sea among the fishermen tents. We drag hefty log for fire, cut it with chainsaw & helped to saw wood for our neighbor fishermen.
Tents set, fire, beer, shaslik, vodka, beer, siting together with the fishermen. Camping neighbors marveled of our company and bikes, drunk with us & treated us smelt and bream. We fried fish on fire. This night we were sitting long, eating fish & meet, drinking & sharing impressions of the first day. Guests enjoyed, they say that they thought it would be cool, but it turned out to be even steeper than they thought. Gradually we lose the people crawling into the tents. When all was asleep it was deep night.
Terve
