This is Henry, He's Russian, but not an Ural. KT named him Henry because of the HHH on the gas tank, I still have no idea what make or year this bike is. It couldn't be larger than 350cc's, and the fastest we got it with our gear and two people was 60 km going down a long hill. Still, Henry was the weapon of choice for the Mongolian people. One family we came across even wanted to buy him off of us. We still had hundreds of miles in our vision so we didn't sell. In the end we gave him to our Brothers inlaws, after all we never would have been there if it weren't for the wedding (pictures from that will be up here in a minute).
Not our Henry, but one we saw along the way. Looking good and used.
Fork overhaul in what once was the capital of Genghis Khan's empire. This picture is not on the outskirts of town, but dead in the middle. Nothing is left of that tent city.
We were given all kinds of advice on fuel options through the trip. Some people swore on mixing motor oil with the gasoline, others thought against it. We never figured it out, but he always kicked over!
We didn't carry any spare parts with us, flat tire number two. drove on it for 15 kilometers till the next ger (mongolian tent). Someone there knew somebody with a red bike, 1 hour and $35 later we swapped tires and ciggs, we were off again.
One of those spots where if we had broken down it would have been rough. 30 kilometers from the nearest name on a map, praying we have enough gas.
Mongolian teens at the waterfall. These kids took a day trip out to one of Mongolia's scenic wonders, an amazing waterfall in the middle of nowhere (it's right behind them where the green shrubs are).
Last night in Mongolia, had BBQ with Johnny and Soren and gave them Henry as a thank you for the great trip. This is the last time KT and I saw Henry, the newlyweds riding him off, no helmets, setting of car alarms! I'm sure he's still getting use out there.
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