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Eternal outskirts of Moscow and beyond (LOTS of pics!)
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115. The very last thing in this trip: i was photobombed by this adorable creature!
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My last joyride through the Moscow on my Sur-Ron. It was a nice warm evening, at the very end of the summer 2023. I've rode after that, but just for a commuting or for a test purposes. So it was the last time in my life where i just set my eyes to a horizon and ride without a certain goal.
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81. You can see my actual apartment building in the reflection.
And that is all i can give you, i'm afraid. I've posted all my e-bike rides here in this long thread.
I'm gonna post something in my Dzen blog and my Telegram channel, but not much. And i'm gonna try and answer the following posts and questions in this tread, while i can.
marty
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What is blue stuff?
Skorohod
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Looks like a blue colored PVC granules (or some other polymer, google up "blue polymer granules", there would be a lot of a similar images). How it's got there - is a complete mystery to me!
nicobie
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Very nice.
"Trash among the beauty"
"Trash among the beauty"
Thank you for taking the time to document your travels... reminds me of some of the good times I had working in Xhanty-Mansisky in the oil business.
Looks like bulk plastic (polyethylene, polystyrene, etc.). That's what almost all plastics look like before extrusion.
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Mostly it's a mix of luck, deep knowledge of the city and patience
Moscow roads are notoriously busy most of the time, it's me, who hunting for a places where one can still find an empty roads. A time of a day, the day of the week, a roadworks - all goes into account. Sometimes it's unfinished road, sometimes it's the new unpopular route, sometimes it takes me several minutes of waiting until the road is clear enough for me to take a shot. Hence the different image of the Moscow streets in my photos!
Thanks!Thank you! Actually, i've visited Khanty-Mansiysk for a short time during our epic trip to Salekhard and back in the spring of 2011. The majestic oasis amongst a vast frozen tundra!
I'm totally agree with you. The mystery is how it got there in the first place
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Evgeniy Maslak
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If you are reading this message, then I am no longer alive.
Sounds like a line from an adventure novel, doesn't it? But, unfortunately, it is a fact. I died suddenly from a long, protracted illness: Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis.
I could feel the first signs back in 2021, I began to notice the loss of speed and muscle strength in everyday situations in the second half of 2022, in the second half of 2023 I could no longer maintain balance while squatting and began to walk much worse and slower. On New Year's Eve, 2024, I surrendered to the doctors and received the final diagnosis in the spring.
And I do not regret that I endured for so long and hoped that “it’s nothing, it will go away on its own.” This is that rare case when the later the diagnosis is made, the higher the quality of life: before the diagnosis, there is still hope. And after the verdict, there is no hope. But in no case should you take the above as advice: do not try to repeat my experience and delay your illnesses. After all, I have a very rare disease, and the vast majority of people can be cured of almost anything if they consult a doctor in time.
Now you can try to understand why I hid my illness from everyone: it is very hard to bear the knowledge that a person is inevitably dying and nothing can help him. That same dilemma between endless horror and a terrible end: it is better to get a shock from sad news once than to painfully wait for months for inevitable death.
I cannot help but note the courage of those people who knew about everything and helped me until the last moments. But this is personal, and remains between them and me.
I have lived not a very long life, but not a very short one either. There were enough adventures and events on my way for four or even five hundred-year-olds! So I don't have any particular regrets, it's just that my last adventure turned out to be very dangerous.
I leave behind a vast archive of articles, photographs, videos and audio recordings. It is kept under the control of my heirs. But I also managed to make a public version of the archive - I gave away several 4 TB disks to my friends who were aware of my condition. Distribute my photographs, illustrate articles with them, exhibit them in museums, feed neural networks with my digital legacy, create virtual neural speed walkers - I am not against it, I am all for it! Maybe I will also get a share of information immortality.
I have lived my whole life as an atheist and I am dying as an atheist. Many burial rites are incomprehensible and alien to me: I have expressly forbidden farewells and funeral services, having willed that my body be cremated. My ashes will be kept in one of the Moscow columbariums in a cell with a modest plaque. But do not look for me there - look for me on the streets, wastelands and in the dungeons of Moscow, on the empty sandy beaches and on the peaks of Otsekutan and the Sultan Ridge near Anapa, in the steppes and ravines of the rivers of the Belebeevskaya Upland in Bashkiria, in those places that I loved so much and where I felt alive and free.
That's all.
July 22, 2024
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But glad he was able to share his photos of his city.later floyd
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He leaves behind beautiful pictures. I feel sad I didn't ask him about them more when I had the chance, it was nice to get him to tell about the places he photographed.