The roads we take. The roads that take us. Some days you eat the bear; some days the bear eats you. Those who ran away from home at the age of 15 are unlikely to understand those who studied at an elite school. Shortly, Wednesday morning at five o’clock as the day begins… (greeting a man from the Motortrade).
Still, this doesn’t look much like starting the story of Ukrainian Moto Zen, especially Kyiv-Grossglockner, – does it? – as Gabriel Betteredge would ask?