"Crunks" vs "canned food",

or who and why wants to transplant the capital to motorcycles

On May 5, Motoseason officially opened in Moscow - a five -thousandth parade along the blocked streets of the capital. I am familiar with motorcycles from wet diapers, like any child whose windows overlooked Leninsky Prospekt. Therefore, before entrusting my life to the night reveners, I went openly a year ago Mosgortrans - to find out how adrenaline lovers in the blood are taught to survive under the auspices of the Moscow government.

- How are we with a bicycle? Never? - The instructor Yuri even slammed his hands. We stood in the middle of a huge covered platform with blue mats on the walls. Classes in the motorcycle school are individual, so I had to put on a motorcade, gloves, knee pads and pray that today we limit ourselves to theory. - The product is very interesting for the instructor, because there is no skill of preserving equilibrium on two wheels. Today we came across a Duke 200 KTM, ”Yuri said and graciously delved into a two hundred -cat engine, liquid cooling and a hydraulic disk on the brakes. He explained why there is no need to poke his fingers to the preheated exhaust system and into the drive chain. Gas and two brakes, a 6-speed gearbox, dashboard ...

After 40 minutes, I finally sat on a motorcycle in the “classic” - as close as possible to the fuel tank, the hips were pressed, the hands were bent at the elbows and relaxed.

- Where is the clutch? At what speeds do we work with the rear brake? - Yuri chased me with the speed of wind. - Where do we look with a straightforward movement?

“On the horizon,” I squeaked from under the helmet.

“If something begins to happen far ahead, the fingers should appear on the levers of the front brake and clutch,” Yuri explained. -The mistakes of the beginners are that they look at the driving car ahead and can react only when she has a stop signal. And in the conditions of a metropolis, where everyone is in a hurry and cling to each other, it is sometimes deadly late.

We found out why you can’t look at the pits (attracted). How to "not hook the paw of asphalt" when turning with a slope. Go around the obstacle in the form of a bus. Where to keep the foot in a tight stream or at speed.

“So what we do for a start,” Yuri suddenly returned to the Earth, which was barely felt by his feet, suddenly returned me. - I depict the internal combustion engine and push the motorcycle straight. The driver's task is to steal the motorcycle in vertical.

The driver has to admit - the internal combustion engine Yuri portrayed until he had to ask for “Uncle Sasha” to turn off the heating on the site. "Motokokor" urged me a bicycle and asked for a pause to the caustic to his breath. Nearby, a young girl calmly stole on a gas.

“Motorcycles are becoming more safe and simple, girls become courageous and ambitious: almost half of the students,” Yuri poured water on the mill of my motorcycle. - This one passed the exam a month ago. Not yet driving, but already in a party. In general, people now often just go for rights that can no longer be bought or received as a gift from grandmother. Young animals 16–20 years usually choose the cheapest schools. Such as ours are those who are important not only to get the skill of traveling eight or snakes, but also to understand how to survive on the road. We analyze the road situations, invent the exercise, roll it. There are advanced training courses. Unfortunately, many, having received rights, sincerely believe that they already know how to do everything, and begin to drive. The traffic police has the following term: criminal arrogance. Rifted, re -emerged, thought to hit, but did not hit. People with experience understand that happiness is not in the city’s persecution - for adrenaline and a sense of face there is a racing track. This is a way to avoid traffic jams and save time - that's it.

“And motorcyclists often blame the motorists,” I remarked.

“Of course, motorists feel more important on the road,” said Yuri. - And I really love the phrase: "The hatred of the motorist to the motorcyclist is directly proportional to the length of the cork." Repeatedly - the driver sees you in the rearview mirror and the steering wheel so quietly leads in your direction. But all the problems are in an individual head. Some turn the motorcyclist from the second strip, others fly towards the intersection on the rear wheel when they are already starting to go across the car. By the way, poserity is the cause of many serious accidents. Uncertain people are forced to buy 180 “horses”, often on credit to boast of the same. And he drives on legs, as you and I went today.

On the morning of May 5, I stood in the middle of Sakharov Avenue and thousands of motorcycles, looking around in search of the only one who, with a breeze, would take me to the Vorobyovy Mountains. After occupying with Yuri, who favorably convinced me that there was no hopeless, I also decided to consider myself “not traveling, but in a party” - now not to get on a bus with journalists. The number one attempt was failed-the “activist” of motorcycle, the “activist” of motorcycle, began to explain something about the permission of the organizers and special vests, and then completely went to the stage for a long time. On the stage of the deputy mayor of Moscow, Maxim Liksutov, Maxim Liksutov, said that the number of motorcyclists in Moscow was growing by an average of 30% every year, and the trend is pleasing, and the head of the capital's traffic police Viktor Kovalenko added that the number of accidents in Moscow is annually decreased by 15% and wished the gathered “sane police”.

And then I saw a man in a cassock. In the hand of a man was a helmet. An attempt is not torture, I thought.

“Biker by nature, I ride for more than 40 years, more than 10 in the dignity,” the priest introduced myself to the “road name” Ivanovich. - Today I came on a scooter. On a large motorcycle in the column it is difficult to go, and in traffic, these "Harleys" or "Golds" as half a month.

- And how is this combined - San and biker? I asked.

“And good,” the priest answered. - I accepted San for the brethren. Some bikers consider themselves flawed. Rumors there are different bad things - drug addicts, bandits, hooligans. Somehow they say: there would be his own priest, it would be easier. And indeed - they fit, ask, then they go to church without embarrassment, not afraid. And so: "And why am I going there, I have no place there." Then, I can answer on life and on the way. Here, a person comes to a simple priest: "But I go on a motorcycle 120 km - is this a sin?" And the father says: "How I know, I do not go." The priests are often busy, and I in the freemen - I asked for.

-And you are in some club? I specified.

“Of course,“ Padonk of the World, ”the priest answered modestly and could not resist,“ he burst out. ” - Well, this is such a laughter. Through "a". Not any scum there, but a bastard. In general, the club is most broken. But we are very friendly, we do not have presidents, as in some clubs, prayed for ranks. The Russian community also differs from the Western - there are no faiths, nationalities, all are the same, all are equal. And these gatherings are united. For the first time, many were afraid, they thought, you never know-some kind of catch, but now they are already moving further the fence. Here it is - a real church, - Ivanovich circled the crowd with his hand, and I decided to ask for the "brethren."

“Just keep in mind - a kind of people,” the priest agreed with a slight doubt in his voice. - But kind, kind.

-Look at our holy man !!! - yelled the "brethren" another hundred meters. - Baba, Baba leads !! Let's kiss him !! Well, hug Ivanovich, mother !! - Ivanovich humbly sighed and went to his scooter.

- What do you want? "Harley"? BMW? - Without unnecessary questions, a man in an oriental dressing gown and with a dignity between the legs joined my problem. - Or maybe in the bath?

A naked rubber lady hung in the head of the bathtub attached to the motorcycle.

“At least in the bath,” I hurried to the answer, “otherwise all are so sad ahead.”

“Yes, they are simply bikers,” the tagged explained. - Well, a bath? Well, yes, with water, but it is hot, and we have dry clothes. Okay, let's catch now. Guys quickly! Overlaw the road!

A minute later I was practically hoisted on the motorcycle of a belated participant in the parade, making his way forward along the side "strip". "Do not burn, your mother !!" - shouted the "brethren", tearing my legs from the exhaust system of a small sports motorcycle.

- What is a motorcycle club? - the manager asked my driver at the entrance to the head of the column.

“The prefecture of Tsao,” he muttered and burst into the VIP parking lot at the start: “Was it ordered, journalists?”

In general, I went in a parade on a rare Dnepr motorcycle with a stroller. In the front row of the column, behind the wide leather back of the newspaper Cao Arthur Nikityuk and the flag flushing above his head. My intercepted driver handed me back to the newspaper - multiple world champion in kickboxing and adviser to the head of Rosmolodezh Batu Khasikov.

- Well, we drove beautifully?! - Arthur asked me an hour later, taking off his helmet on the Sparrow.

It really was beautiful - to VDNH and vice versa, between the children who were waving from the roadsides and grandmothers and the motorists from the oncoming traffic from the oncoming traffic from the oncoming traffic.

- Tell me, are you a motorcyclist or a biker? - I decided to clarify the newspaper.

- I am poorly versed in this. The only difference is in the language, probably. I like motorcyclists more, because I am Russian, ”Arthur decided, admitted that he was traveling on a motorcycle only three to four times a year and showed another rarity on the phone-the 1967 Volga, which was obtained from his father. - It stands at the Moscow Transport Museum, on May 9 I go out on it.

“And I was alone in an electric score,” said Denis Kostornaya, who approached the deputy head of the Department of Trade and Services of the city of Moscow. Denis admitted that he bought an electric scooter “for the summer”, his main BMW, with comfortable coffors, in which “you can throw clothes, or take two melons and a watermelon”. And he also called himself a motorcyclist: - The biker is a lifestyle, a motorcyclist is a person who gets high, sometimes leaving.

- Are you chasing, high? I asked Denis.

-I read somewhere that if you take all the accidents, then people over 30 years old participate in only two percent. Already somehow the head on the shoulders appears, you begin to enjoy not from a frantic adrenaline, but from enjoying the road. Normal people drive according to the rules, ”the deputy summed up strictly, and I went to waging to the observation deck. The motorized festival only accelerated. Motorcycles flew up on the track. Yuri and colleagues conducted master classes from a motorcycle school. Men in tattoos took pictures of girls in jeans and sometimes retro equipment. The Apogee happened at the performance of the pilot group of the Moscow State Supreme Arbitration Court of the Moscow Cascade and the teams of the Moscow police: a car cutting on two wheels, virtuoso synchronous reversals in a limited space.

“Absolutely everything-the current police inspectors, and not mummers, as some believe,” warned me by the police captain, senior inspector of the 2nd special battalion of the traffic police at a special trace in the city of Moscow Viktor Kurbatov. - In general, such events should attract more and more motot owners. Such a city as Moscow just needs to transplant to two -wheeled equipment. If at least 30% of drivers sit on motorcycles, then these will be just empty roads. Our leadership has already moved. Viktor Kovalenko moved at the head of the column along with the head of depth. More and more people from power are trying to be along with motorized movements.

- And what about the accident? I asked.

“The driving culture is still suffering from all participants in the movement,” Victor admitted. - Many parents, without thinking, buy powerful stories to children, on which you will not notice how you will overcome the mark of 200 km per hour. Other typical causes of accidents are a violation of the rules of location on the carriageway, a ride between the rows. But often, cars during rebuilding do not provide an advantage to a motorcycle moving straightforwardly. As a rule, mutual wine-one was sharply rebuilt, the other because of its speed, this rebuilding did not have time to see or react to it. Council for motorists: Before any maneuver, look in the mirrors two or three-four times-a motorcycle is fast, inconspicuous technique. And forget about the gadgets! If I see that the car in a slowly moving traffic jam went to the side, I look out the window, and for sure - the driver in Votsap is scribbling. Other speedometer is being removed on the phone - we now have all the bloggers. So people beat every day. In general, observe traffic rules and respect each other.

- Tell me, are the motorists not annoying you? They call you “crunches”, ”I asked half an hour later at the tent with donuts of a harsh man with a beard.

- Crunches are sports motorcyclists. And I have an iron motorcycle, ”Dmitry explained peacefully to me. - Maybe they are right - crunch and that's it. And do not annoy. There are morons, of course. But we have to ride calmly, measuredly - why escalate the situation? In Russia, the situation is not very good.

- Listen, well, all around are all so cute, where are hellish bikers? - I could not stand it.

Then Dmitry growled, portraying the hellish biker, but quickly calmed down. And in general, he turned out to be the leader of the metal group.

- Are you a motorcyclist or a biker? - Already without any hope, I asked a man alone at a huge motorcycle that was standing aside: long dreadlocks, beard, dark glasses.

“I do not consider myself a motorcyclist,” he minted rather gloomily. - Office plankton probably considers himself motorcyclists.

A motorcyclist is a person who got on a motorcycle and travels from point A to point B. for a biker road - that's all, he lives in anticipation of the season.

- And who are they - bikers? - I grabbed the man.

“There are deputies, and businessmen, and movers, and guards are a very mixed culture in which the status does not matter,” entrepreneur Dmitry explained to me.

The festival ended with a rock concert.

- We all know that it is impossible to choose the homeland, the president, too, remains to live and enjoy this spring. "This is fate", friends! - shouted from the stage the name of the song soloist of the group "Underwood".

- And who are you at all, friend? - the young guy asked remotely from the soloist and giggled with a friend.

- Guys, who are you? I asked.

- In the sense - who? Ryders, - snapped the first.

- This is not called "crunches"? I specified.

- Are you from the "canned food", or what? - the second squinted promisingly.

- On the road everyone is equal! - Just in case, I reminded the motto of the festival.

“Then pass it on yours so that the claws do not exhibit and throw their bulls in the window,” friends advised me and remained to wait for the main prize of the festival - of course, a motorcycle.

I went to the “mine” along the dark, lined with motorcycles of the alley. “And what we dream about - that the war ended,” rumbled from the stage.

- Guys, are you interested in politics? - I could not restrain myself from the group on expensive motorcycles. - Or is your community apolitical?

“You need to go to the imaginates - there are exclusively apolitical“ night wolves ”,” they advised me. - Of course, they are not here - they all hate them and do not count for motorcyclists. Why do the organizers need such a confrontation? Today, the government has a pokatushka, we arrived separately - just meet, as always. These fences and police only interfere with us.

- Have you heard about today's protests? I asked.

“The wrong people organize,” the youngest muttered. - Look at the Armenians. In general, do you know how the revolution is being made? For whom they will give more money, they will go for it.

Already on Leninsky, I realized that I did not approach any girl on a motorcycle. By the way, the main prize also went to the representative of the “weak” sex.

This is probably envy.