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Вадим Соколов went cycling
May 19, 2026
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Вадим Соколов went cycling
May 5, 2026
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Вадим Соколов went on an adventure
January 29, 2026
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Вадим Соколов and Наталья Никитина went on an adventure
December 28, 2025
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Вадим Соколов went gravel riding
October 22, 2025
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Вадим Соколов went gravel riding
October 7, 2025
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Вадим Соколов and Наталья Никитина went mountain biking
October 4, 2025
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Вадим Соколов and others went gravel riding
October 2, 2025
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Sashanavelike and others went mountain biking
October 2, 2025
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Вадим Соколов and Наталья Никитина went mountain biking
September 30, 2025
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Sashanavelike, Roma Bike and SeregaK like this.
October 3, 2025
Hares, eagle owls, and hunters in the forests with hounds. A bit eerie in the evening.
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Вадим Соколов went gravel riding
September 19, 2025
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Вадим Соколов went gravel riding
September 18, 2025
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Roma Bike, Sashanavelike and SeregaK like this.
Вадим Соколов went gravel riding
September 14, 2025
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September 18, 2025
A road for our own. No women.
There are times when you just need to ride, not talk. Feel the rubber grip the ground, and the wind blow in your face. Today was just such a day. No plans, just spontaneous turns and a complete understanding with your teammates, without unnecessary words.
This wasn't just
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Вадим Соколов went mountain biking
September 12, 2025
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Вадим Соколов and Наталья Никитина went mountain biking
September 11, 2025
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October 7, 2025
We didn't make it to Mendeleyevo on Saturday. Our destination remained 10 kilometers away, where the "crappy" road leading into the fields stubbornly refused to lead.
But is the destination the point? The real journey is in the journey. In the welcoming horns of the train drivers waving to us. In the
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