Festive rides continued - Toyota Hilux Surf, 3.0 liter, 1994

A boring road in the fields where only the suspension worked to the fullest began to dilute not big adventures in the form of puddles and not large streams. The seemingly inconspicuous place turned out to be quite swampy, but the truth drove almost without incident. Shevik only summed up road tires.

Handsome dzhimnik

Mitsu Challenger or European Pajero Sport.

Well, surf

The next stream turned out to be much more interesting. A narrow stream with a rather strong current, part of the stream was blocked by pieces of slabs on one side of which steel reinforcement was sticking out. On the edge of the slabs, it’s quite deep somewhere knee-deep. The younger brothers had a hard time.
Thanks to its small size, the dzhimnik simply drove over the slabs. But with its clearance it was possible to ride on logs.

Shevik had the hardest time. On the one hand, he barely fit on the slabs, on the other, sliding into the stream on the logs, he clung to the suspension, and on the third, he still had to climb onto the slabs. He pretty quickly turned the soil in front of the slabs into a sour mess.

For a surf, this task was easy. The stock clearance was enough to just go straight.

UAZka and Challenger also passed without problems. The driver of the UAZ car, however, forgot to turn on the four-wheel drive, and because of this, he stalled a little on the road.

We found such a pebble not far from the crossing. Apparently this stream has been flowing here for a very long time.

Having overcome several more small ravines with streams that were no longer of interest, we finally reached the bridge across the Dnieper. Here we had to go to the asphalt. Well, that's a little more than halfway through. True, there are quite interesting sections of the road ahead.

But not for long we drove along the asphalt, having crossed the bridge after 300 meters, we turned back onto the dirt road. And again, another stream which at times is very ambush. I have quite a lot of memories with this stream. in the summer it can be easily driven by a passenger car if you don’t fool around, and in spring and autumn, quite prepared cars were planted there. It was the case that a man spent the night in the stream until the morning, then somehow they drowned the field in full, flooding the bortovik and tearing two bumpers, one on the UAZ, which pulled the second on the field. This time it was pretty easy. But the pictures came out great.

Having overcome this rather simple section, our small column moved on. Since I am the only one who even knew the road, I was appointed a scout of the road. And what do you think happened next? Right! Another small ford with a stream. In the summer there was very thick clay that was impenetrable. Now, when the rains have passed, the clay remained under water and most of it was simply washed away. A brook in the middle washed out the bottom a little, and if you slow down in that place, you can only start on the cable. Taking not a lot of acceleration quite easily trodden a rut.

Shevik jumped into the water with particular zeal. Apparently this was the last straw. Before reaching 4-5 meters to the shore, the Shevik stalled and refused to start (a couple of years ago this was already in the same place, but with a simple cornfield 21214).

Pulling Shevika on dry soil began to understand what was going on.
To be continued.