This is the adventure that separates the men from the boys and the ladymen from the ladyboys. Invasive cold, biblical remoteness, and a vehicle so notoriously temperamental it makes John McEnroe look like the Dalai Lama. You’ll need mechanical skill, navigation skill, and ideally, an enormous muff to keep your hands warm. Oh, and massive cojones, did we mention that already?
The Adventurists have evacuated this adventure 4,000km east, to the biggest chunk of Siberian ice they could imagine; 636km by 80km, the incomparable Lake Baikal. Beginning with spiked tyres on the south-east corner of the lake; you’ll skid, glide, stutter and fly across the ice to Severbaikalsk in the north.
From there you’ll head back along the NW shoreline. Sheltered from the wind, the ice here closer resembles a freshly ploughed field than a millpond, with great tombstones of Ice to navigate around. The ultimate test of your biking and adventuring prowess.
These days Ural make excellent bikes. Thankfully that was not always the case and scattered across the corners of the ex-Soviet empire lie scores of old school Urals. Built like a tank, slightly rusty and often unreliable. Obviously the all round perfect Siberian adventuring machine for facing over 2,000km of frozen rivers, lakes and roads at -30c.
In 1939 the Russian army thought it was high time they had some motorbikes. Ever the masters of efficiency they nicked one from the Germans – the BMW R71 – pulled it apart, copied it (badly) and slapped a Ural badge on. Thus was born one of the world’s coolest motorised bicycle machines.
Right up until the 2000’s the design remained pretty much unchanged. It is these old engineering marvels that we have carefully selected to make sure completing the Ice Run is really quite hard.