. . . how heavy a 690 is . . .

Let's see . . . broken rack on that day with near yard sale on the way to Tynda.

Sideways, drifting Kamaz trucks in the corners coming the other way. I'll give the 690 one thing . . . it's far less a prisoner of physics (inertia) than the 100kg heavier 950.

Then the broken low-voltage coil wire. "I wanna go fast." If the 690's average speed were calculated . . . any tortoise would beat that "hare". That stop took another 45 minutes, optimistically.

After the low-voltage coil . . . "Can we just make it into Tynda . . . it's a LOUSY 55km more ?"

Then, in a fit only a 5-year old could rationalize . . . a(nother) drunken Lada driver, often with 3-wheels in the air goes by spraying stones, dust and dirt onto my by then translucent visor. "We just got passed by a Lada."

Hell, Noah, a CAMEL could have passed us with all the issues the 690 had !!!

Where, or WHERE was the 690 when riding into Severobayalsk ? Left in the wake of a 950 passing EVERYTHING including a truck SIDEWAYS in a corner. The 690 apparently "overtook" it on a steep hill. How sporting. Nearly got a bit of sun waiting for that bike, again. Started to consider the most plausible - it had had another "issue".

I spent more time watching that thing being worked on or waiting for parts or it's owner spelunking in the forks with a straw . . . it never ended.

Oh, but it did. When we got to Tynda. Adios ! Hasta nunca.

PUH-LEEZE !

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