Driving in the rain and snow with a girlfriend in Russia on a Ural The Ural used to be a soviet bike; a copy of the German BMW. It was a 750 cc model and I wonder if it is still made today. Way back I visited the Soviet Union. It has now broken up and the old Soviet state has ceased to exist. Anyway, those were the days when India was a great friend of the USSR and us from the IAF made frequent visits to Russia. I trained on the MIG class of planes and so visited Russiaat least 30 times.
Over the visits, I became friend with Russian NCO. She was a young girl and she has invariably attached her to me as a gesture of good comradely with India. Her name? It really does not matter but Olga s a lovely name. One fine day I landed at the Russian base and as usual asked “Where is Olga?” "Here I am" she replied as she stepped forward in a ponytail and cap with an NCO uniform. She looked lovely and I had half a desire to kiss her there and then, but reason took preponderance and so all I said: “come to my room, lots of things to be done”.
I had bought two pairs of jeans and shirts for her as these were scarce commodities in Russia. Next day the Colonel told us that we were going east to a Soviet base. I was dismayed but had no choice. Next day I boarded the aircraft and what a thrill Olga was there with her knapsack. We landed at the far eastern base and I went to my room in the officer’s mess. I rang up Olga and told her to come to the guard room.
I went and was at the guard room and sure enough, Olga came. She wore a heavy jacket as it was cold. Mind you Siberia can be pretty cold. I hugged her and said “let's run away”
“On a bike”. At one end I
They took us back and the AOC was livid “Man” he said “what the fucks; running away with a Russian girl on an MP bike. You have the gall?” “I shall report you” he continued. But the old foggy never made a report and the Russians friends as ever just winked at me. I remember the Russian colonel asking “was it great fun?” Olga? We drifted apart, but that’s another story.