The highway parallels the TransSiberian Railway for most of the way. I guess routing around Lake Baikal was a major challenge, and many tunnels had to be built.
But it would be an exquisite ride. One thing that really interests me is that all of the engines appear to be electric, getting power from lines overhead.
Anyway, something that’s been fun for me is carrying a lighter. I’ve met a number of people standing or walking along the highway. They usually ask me for a light and they’re entertaining to talk to. One road worker camped out in his trailer asked me to light his campfire.
Latest song I’ve been singing: The Motorcycle Song by Arlo Guthrie. At least I know more of it than Bitchin’ Camaro.
I keep getting better at speaking and comprehending Russian.
Great thing about riding at 52 north latitude in the summer? It doesn’t get dark until almost eleven. I can get out of bed by the crack of 10:30, or whenever my sleeping bag gets too warmed by the Sun, then be on the road at noon or maybe even 1:30. At my average speed I’ve usually done as many miles as is reasonable well before dark.