How time flies! In may of 91 we, the staff of the new magazine "Moto", began, as it seemed, in the long and adventurous voyage around the Rybinsk reservoir.
Once again, the tanks have been filled, things have been packed, and we are on the same convoy on a nostalgic journey. Victor Volyn, the master of sport in motor tourism, champion of Russia, holder of the certificate of Guinness World Records (voyage around the Aral Sea). The beginning of summer, in the summer house outside the frosty rain, silence. I love these moments, you can disconnect from the rabid rhythm of life, and then slowly go through the old magazines. Here is the first Moto number printed in Finland. What a striking contrast, the first step in the "glare." 1994, our "Aral Epic." As you remember, you're gonna be so nagish. Without communication, navigation, support, on pre-Deluge technology (though in a car on such a calm way, you can always repair yourself) went to hell knows where! Yeah, well, my idea of motorism changed a lot. And here's our first trip report on the pages of the magazine. "Rybinsk ring", twenty years ago, anniversary"Ige" and "Thula" wrapped in polyethylene backpacks on trunk and 1,500 kilometres on the roads. There's something to remember. It wasn't just me. The editors also found the anniversary connoisseur and invited us with Ivan Xenofontov to repeat the past. And "the Woggle-Bug wouldn't"? Are we still with Valentines than we can or can't? Let' s go, let' s go. What, and how, Ivan will tell, and I am a little personal. Twenty years is an entire generation, and the country has not been standing. Where in those days there were beams, now a decent grader, where it was as if (the phrase from the real) grader was such a good asphalt. What do they do now? Even a stupid comparison, it's not even a revolution, it's a transition to another reality. Yes, not everything in the new Russia is smooth and sweet, but in general the trend (another new word) is correct. And the church is slowly being rebuilt. I am not a vocal cleric, but rather a moderate atheist, but it is beautiful and light is brighterOf course, for the integrity of the experiment and the accuracy of emotions, we should go on the same technique-the I-P5-015 and the TMZ-5. 952. However, time is not in place: motorcycles at the time, new and promising, as it appeared "for centuries," prescribed residents of rural areas switched to the level of rarities. Yes, and the pillars of the Soviet motorcycle-Izhevsk and Tula factories-were canvels in the summer ... BMW G650GS and Jawa 350 Style are the most universal and accessible from the editorial park. However, "buzos" can hardly be called a "motorcycle motorcycle"-yet it is a "parketnik", and the price is "urban." And "Yova" is the same model that was successfully sold in the USSR, though with minimal alterations. The hand of progress was not familiar with the hand of progress (the "discus" finally replaced the two-cam drum) and the lubrication system of the [ [ double-tanknick]] (it became separate)Note that both authors have traveled far in the 1990s on their own "Java". But there was a work to be done at that drafting run, not without the fear of a new and untested technique. That's a "match"! Maybe someone with lust remembers on trips to them, but then the technique demanded a specific "hands application." That was the mileage. Open the article "Two songs on one motive" ("Moto" No. 02-1991): "... procuremant, clutch engaged-it required intervention up to adjustment of the spring effort." The carburettors turned out to be a brass string, on the "Ige" of the front disc brakes on the disc, had to be centered by pucks. To be honest, these facts were later forgotten, as compared to the real adventuers on the 1500-kilometer route along the roads of Moscow, Yaroslavl, Tver and Vologda regionsThen the late spring made many roads impassable, cutting off some of the "Big Land" centers. This happened in Kubrinsk, Naghorje, Myshkin, on the section of the federal highway Cherepovets-Rybinsk. Well, the border of the Yaroslavl and Tver regions, and there is nothing to talk about, there were trailers to tractors, and only such "buses" could regularly run between villages. When I remember that, we were going on a journey with some fear: "What if it happens again?" Although the tents were not taken, they were booked on the Internet. This is perhaps the most significant change in 20 years. And what hasn't changed is the rain, the unwanted companiths of Mothurists. We were out in the rain, but today it is not as unpleasant as it used to be, because modern raincoats make it possible to pay no attention to it. What is not to be said about technology, at least Czech"Yawa" was equally defenceless before this atmospheric phenomenon, as in socialist times: a high voltage part of the ignition system flooded the water, and the engine stalled. The vehicle rolled away at the bus stop, wiped the wire with a frown, and became a shield in the old memory. Vidocq got a few "colloquial", but it was possible to go. Perhaps in the celestial chancellor we realized that we were not going to be frightened or stopped by the rain, and we decided not to water the water, but to make the center of Russia extreme heat. On the first day, after repeating the old route, to Myshkin on the left bank of the Volga. However, 20 years ago we were not able to get here without adventurers: on the way there were two offal sites (this is on highways with a bus message!), where the motorcycles had to be pushed by the shoulders and even by the footsteps. And in the distance from Myshkin near the village of Palkino, we had a huge puddle, rather like a lakeThe driver of the Kirovna drove up and looked, turned and drove away. Then, having put off the problem of relaw the next morning, we stayed in the tent. The next day, when he decided to look for a detour, found the pillars of the old bridge, put a few poles and planks on them, and moved on. So, without the take and Photoshop, the cover of "Moto" was born No. 03-1992. At that time, the covers were created without Photoshop. Today we flew "whistling" over the asphalt to Myshkin, staying in a comfortable hotel, and another evening visited the unique museum of Mice and antique equipment. The asphalt was over the next day. It is possible for foreigners to have a rag grader on the deaf forest and the lack of road signs is associated with a real adventure. For us remembering this road 20 years ago (where tractors were transporting passengers), it was an easy ride. Both BMW and Jawa were here in their element, and they gave drivers only pleasure. By the way, this section is between the Breitovo (Yaroslavl region). (...) (...) was the only one where there was no real traffic flow. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. At that time, behind the products of our automotive industry years were in the queues and from the hopelessness bought motorcycles with strollers ... But if there were problems with cars and roads 20 years ago, there were no problems with motorbikes: in every village, there were "Minskis", "sunrises", "iji" and "real", the moped-moped-"Verkhovina" and "Riga"-were buzying. Everything was its own: the USSR was considered a self-sufficient power. The production of hogs in seven factories in the mid-1980s was over a million pieces a year, even when we came to the top of the motorcycle production, overtaking Japan. And the Chinese, as brothers in building communism, then presented a factory for the production of obsolete "opposits" M-72. Then no one thought they'd give us their development ... At that time, the whole country told anecdotes how the Chinese fly into space (a few million sipping off the rubber band) or producing electricity (a few million in silk scarves move from the ebite slide). In the memory of Comrade Mao's campaigns, when our neighbours were driving sparrows around the world, they built steel furnaces in the yards and carried out a cultural revolution. The nation was represented by a wol-vanized and primitive, at the level of the African tribes. Could it be then that China will soon launch its own missiles into space, build its own fighters and make engines for BMW motorcycles? And that the floor of Russia is going to Chinese scooters and ATV? The deeper the province, the more "Chinese" we meet. All the kids, mothers, old people. The older, mostly, in business, with fishing lines, shopping, hay bags. The young people just hang out. In the villages, unlike the capital park, there is not a single European or Japanese model, all from China. Those who are above average are invested in the "tuning" of housing by installing double-glazed units or siding for 100-year-olds, but not in transport. I've had a look at the performance and the motthism. Previously, those wishing to assemble in groups of more than three or four crew members were making block books with them in the Central Board of Tourism and excursions-it was easier to travel with them. There were regulations that assisted "organized tourists" to take leave at the right time, get a pass to the border zone and even gas gasoline on its total deficit. There are no such benefits today, and most travel alone or alone. And such hovered truckers on good tureros, we met a lot. Previously, they used to adapt normal on-road motorcycles (usually "Yava"), buying a "southern" three-way trunk and "branch" on a motorbike. These accessories made the cook, the designs were convenient and suitable for almost all models. Then, "all their luck with you" is the reserve of gasoline and oil, the ZAP, and some spare parts. All was broken, but the most scarce could be exchanged. For "Java", for example, there were always piston rings, in late 638-models were considered to be a bristle node of the generator. Today, long-range-alone-truck drivers are rolling thousands of kilometers along the roads without knowing the problems. In the past, it was simply impossible to drive alone-too cumbersome and equipped with a vehicle: tent-tarpaulin tent, coalbed, primus, or a soldering lamp, food, spare parts, petrol and oil. There was little or no place to count on hotels or campsites. The products were tight: sugar, buckwheat, tushy soles in advance, and the remote routes were sent in advance "before demand". Twenty years ago, we could not imagine how the motorcycle life would change in Russia. We hope to meet in this picturesque bank not yet another anniversary of our magazine. Such thoughts came in the direction of the Vesegon's. So from the first trip, somehow, the dining room on the outskirts was remembered. In the past, the catering system was state-wide, just like everything else. Products in open access, except for Moscow, were few, but the Soviet labor people could be fed in multiple canteens. In today's market, the only way to eat for the market is on the major roads. In small towns and hinterland, looking for cafeterias is useless, and the lot of the traveler, dreaming of salaque, soup and chops with mashed or macaroni and a pomp, some soda and a chocolate bar. Vesegon is a typical quiet provincial town with its own way. This seemed to us, and the local resident called it Tverskaya Kolyma because of problems with transportation and jobs. There are no special attractions there, which is not to say about Ustsouthern Vologda region. In the past, the town flourished, while on the waterway on the Mologue River, connecting Novgorod with the Volga region. The what modern Ustsouthna lives is not clear, except that close to the main motorway of St. -Petersburg-Vologda. As it was 20 years ago, they gave "horses" to 155 mph, "Yava" to 130. We're turning off the highway at the Cherepovets. I remember when we were struck by the colourful smoke of coke-chemical plants, as if we were in hell. And then the clutch of the motorcycle was broken, and we were half an hour catching a counter-nut from the crankcase. Today, motorcycles don't break so fast-that's good. Smoke and smoke became smaller, though the smelting plant works. In Cherepovets, a large city with a quantum bridge over the Volga-Baltic Canal, they stayed in one of the hotels in the central part of the city. The Brony is working. Further-southward along the coast of the Rybinsk Sea. This road of the republican significance 20 years ago was remembered by another piece of road. Half a day was spent on the border with Yaroslavl on the border with Yaroslavl, but memorable photos for the magazine were made. And also, fearing the lack of gas station (as it turned out, undishonable), we had already taken the gas canister in advance. Today, the route is excellent, and gas stations are not less than 30-40 km. So the halo of the Dobrovalents of the coast of the Rybinsk Sea has faded over the years. The ancient town of Popaseonne got rid of the revolutionary component of "-Volodar". There's Rybinsk, a wonderful city on the Volga. In fact, he has always been remarkable, but his ties to the motorcycle world and the magazine Moto have been strengthened in recent years. Here the Russian snowmobiles are produced, and summer motor technology (from the same China) is collected. So stopping here is just mandatory, at least to communicate with the breeders. The last day of the trip was also much easier than ever. First of all, it turned out to be a 40-kilometre segment of the old, paved road of Rybinsk-Uglich. This used to be the reference area for the paddle test and the quality of the creepaja, they said here specifically with ASLK. In different years, we've been on our way to the North, too, but not for masochistic pleasure-just so short. Then the skier was rummaged, and ten years of work ceased, leaving the road to the road. The movement was opened only a couple of years ago. Here's the Corner again. By the way, in the city, it is generally held at such prices that we will not call it-they will still not believe it. The Uglich was gone, as before, towards Rostov, only the road was not smashed "in smoke" (he remembers, from frequent bolts on the pits, the Tula, even the footsteps bent backwards). Once again we were struck by the grandee of the monastery in Borisoglebsk. The rest were pamper along and across the lake, flooded by tourists of Rostov, Pereslavl and Sergiev Posad. If before in the Rybinsky Ring there were elements of ecostrica, situations requiring knowledge of the technique and the ability to repair it, mastered the skills of the Bivouac development, now this route has become an easy stroll. The same with the technique-earlier in the way, tried to catch the signs of innumerable work, served, regulated. And now the village has come and gone, they come and get down. But the other side of the coin: If before us, dirty and exhausted, who had come through the "abandoned lands", watched with respect and asked: "How did you get there?" Today, society, technology, roads, people-things have become different. That's probably the point of repeating the journey twenty years later ...