My Dad taught me, through quiet repetition, about risk. If there was one thing he brought home to me, it was how so many risks pale in comparison to the dangers of one ride in a car. Yet we all ride.
That came to mind as I was reading a journal of a motorcycle ride through the area around Chernobyl. I haven't finished it yet, but it fascinates me. Thanks to Margaret for the link.
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Laura-
How bizarre! I came to visit because you commented at EHG tonight, and I find you've been visiting Elena Filatovas Chernobyl Ghost Town motorcycle journal.
I just found her website a few days ago and spent the entire day browsing through her pictures and reading about her excursions through that incredible nuclear wasteland.
It's a small world Laura, and I believe there is a 'ghost in the machine'.
I read the journal yesterday and it's really amazing. Not only is she an excellent writer but the images are surreal and ghostly.
For the last few years I've been googling for Chernobyl links, mostly research on mutations in plants, but this is a real treasure.
Thanks for linking to that.
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