Ural Chronicles VI

I sat on the scooter in the motel parking lot, looking at the road.   Turn left and commit suicide.  Turn right and go home. In 2009 I had just gotten divorced, sold off, donated, gave away, or threw out everything I owned.  Everything except for what would fit on the scooter – a couple of dry bags with clothes, camping stuff, tool kit, spare parts … Continue reading Ural Chronicles VI