2 mechanically impotent city blokes, a crap antique Russian motorcycle and the deepest lake in the world
This is the adventure that separates the men from the boys and the ladymen from the ladyboys. Invasive cold, biblical remoteness, and a vehicle so notoriously temperamental it makes John McEnroe look like the Dalai Lama.
We have evacuated this adventure 4,000km east, to the biggest chunk of Siberian ice we could imagine; 636km by 80km, the incomparable Lake Baikal.
Riding a monstrous Ural motorcycle, we intend to skid, glide, stutter and fly around the lake at times skirting the shore, often so far out you can’t see dry land.
With a surface of over 12,000 square miles the lake offers a full range of riding surfaces. In places it’s polished smooth & flat like a mirror. In places it’s protected by wind and resembles a freshly ploughed field, with great tombstones of ice to navigate around. If the winter is mild there will be surface water and cracks to pick a path through.