Friday, November 26, 2021
Ukrainian Moto Zen after 60: Kyiv – Grossglockner (III)
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?
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Ukrainian Moto Zen after 60: Kyiv – Grossglockner (II)
Mykyta Pysar
In the era of antiquity, some morally strong people did not travel and did not approve of the travel of others.
Socrates spent his entire life in Athens and did not succumb to the temptation to travel, except for participation in battles.
Seneca generally condemned travel and said: “What profit is there in crossing the sea and in going from one city to another? If you would escape your troubles, you need not another place but another personality.”
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Ukrainian Moto Zen after 60: Kyiv - Grossglockner (I)
I am embarking on my first motorcycle trip on the morning of the first Sunday in July. Traditionally, the starting point is McDonald’s on the ring road. Our family trips always start here, but today I am traveling alone.
Obviously McDonald’s is not the best place to start of your journey to self-discovery. It’s so noumenal. Nothing to do with “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” or “On the road”, “Travels with Charley” or “A Passage to India”. Moreover, nothing here resembles the inner depth and strength of Moby Dick. Not to mention the unfading “Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog)”. And of course, McDonald’s is simply alien to “Don Quixote”‘s genius. (I feel it’s time to stop with literary examples. P.S. Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Perhaps this is a bit like “Persian Letters”.).
But let me remind you that this is Ukrainian Moto Zen and it always starts at McDonald’s.
Many snobs pout their lips at this point. They resent, sigh and despise. Let it be like the Beatles sang. Snobs are just the flip side of the rednecks, nothing more. McDonald’s is always McDonald’s and this place is no worse than any other place to start a trip to yourself. Besides, there is always a free toilet here, which is useful when you leave the city.