In Russia it is said that chickens are milked, and cows carry eggs. (A mockery of those who believe ridiculous rumors.)

Svetochka and I rode 40 kilometers yesterday…

Beautiful day and perfect to ride a bike…

We stopped near an oil pipeline to look at a broken tree, drink some water and discuss life in general….we decided to keep going and we ended up finding a deep dark wooded area, full of picnicking Russians… 😉

By the time we got homer we had gone just a hair shy of 40 kilometers…

What a wonderful day and spending it with my sweet pea is perfection and happiness…

WtR

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A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...

Thank God for my sweetie and Russia...

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