(and sisters)
I was riding solo, North from Крым, (Crimea) toward Кременчуг when I found myself in the city of Кривой Рог. It was getting late and I needed to find a hotel. Instead, I found my new friend, Виктор Бурчак.
Виктор would have none of helping me find a hotel. Instead, he provided me a bed in his flat. Through Виктор, I met many more of the bikers of Кривой Рог.
I was overwhelmed by the generous hospitality of these folks. They were as amazed by my arrival on a bike from Wyoming. We have no language in common, yet communicate just fine. WE ARE BIKERS!
It is difficult to tell at first glance that these are not American bikers.
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