Some features of the sports Ural engine

Motorcycle Ural cT

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The price includes delivery to Irbit/Moscow, assembly and pre-sale preparation.

The new Ural City motorcycle was designed specifically for beginner Ural drivers and allows you to easily adapt to driving a motorcycle with a sidecar. Reduced ground clearance due to 18-inch wheels, lightweight and low position of the stroller makes it easier to control and allows you to take turns faster. This model combines the practicality of a classic motorcycle with sidecar with the possibility of daily use in a big city. You can go out of town in the Ural City, go fishing, or take your children to school with it. The choice is yours.

Standard colors:

1) Asphalt metallic 179 Crater Gray 2) Terracotta TERRACOTTA METALLIC173

Motorcycle paint colors (the pictures in the table are provided to illustrate the color option and may not correspond to the specific model and configuration)

I want to share the story of my first long trip on a Soviet motorcycle in 2015, which became an unforgettable adventure for me.

Before this, there was a long process of overhauling the Ural, including rebuilding the engine, painting the frame and all the cladding, but that’s another story, and I won’t go into it. After running in the engine, not without problems, I decided to go on a motorcycle to the festival, which took place at the Otrada estate in the Tarussky district of the Kaluga region. The distance from home to the place is almost 600 km, and this seemed to me a very big and serious test. My old friend Oleg agreed to accompany me on this adventure, who really wanted to listen to Cockroaches and Mongol Shuudan live at the festival. We left Belgorod on the night from Thursday to Friday and drove merrily along the M-2 highway to the sound of the wind and the pleasant sound of a freshly rebuilt boxer engine. Before Kursk, a traffic police patrol caught up with us, whose “chandelier” I did not immediately notice in the mirrors, because they pressed close, and I only saw the headlights in the mirrors. The traffic cops were so surprised by our adventure that they didn’t even check the documents properly) After Kursk, it started to rain heavily, and markings had not yet been applied to the fresh asphalt, so it became very difficult to navigate the road. I also didn’t want to stop and wait out the rain, because on a cool night the chance of getting there without overheating was much higher. I was very afraid of this - during the break-in stage, my engine seized a couple of times due to overheating. An additional difficulty was that the flow of water from under the wheels of the overtaken trucks completely flooded the spark plug cap of the right cylinder, after which the engine began to malfunction, and the truck had to overtake us again. I think the truckers swore a lot at these moments. Before leaving, I slept a little during the day after the night shift, but Oleg found the night vigils a burden. We met the dawn in the Tula region, where the M-2 highway turns into a highway, and then the rain approximately stopped. At one of the stops for minor needs, we were greatly impressed by a graceful deer, which cheerfully galloped across a wide road, already busy in the morning, 10 meters from us. With dawn, my friend stopped fighting sleep, but the iron horse began to feel worse as the air temperature rose. I should have reduced the cruising speed from 100-105 to 90 km/h, but I wanted to quickly drive the remaining 80 kilometers to the place, pitch a tent and relax at the base. This desire ultimately played a cruel joke. A little before reaching the turn to Serpukhov, the engine suddenly jammed up the hill... We've arrived! During the run-in, the seizures were less significant, and after some time the cooled engine could continue to work, but not this time. There is nothing to do, we decide to drive to the place on one cylinder. When we hobbled to Serpukhov, clouds of thick bluish smoke poured out from under the valve cover gasket of the dead left cylinder. Drivers of cars stopped nearby at a traffic light started filming this show on their phones) Fun! (but not for us) We left the motorcycle somewhere in the city center, and we went by public transport to a motorcycle parts store, bought gaskets for the valve covers so that oil would not leak out of it. By this time, our mutual friend Artem drove up to Serpukhov on a Yamaha XT660X, who was also heading to the festival, but left later than us, so as not to wait for the lagging Ural on the track later. Oleg moved to Artem, and I slowly, with frequent stops (and it was already pretty hot outside), drove on one cylinder to the place. The traffic cop who stopped me before entering the base, and then the guy who accepted the entry fee, widened their eyes when they saw that the candle was not screwed into the cylinder, and my left shoe was all covered in oil. “You are entitled to a prize for the will to win,” I heard from the organizers upon entry. Sorry it was a joke)

I have been to several festivals before, but this one is still the brightest and most interesting for me. Our company was joined by Alexey and his wife Yulia, who also came from Belgorod on the Intruder, and two girls Artem knew from Lipetsk.

Of course, it was not possible to completely relax at the festival; my head was busy with thoughts about repairs. When I removed the cylinder in the morning, I discovered a melted piston. I've seen burnt ones before, but I haven't seen melted ones.

The complexity of the situation was that the piston was bored to fit VAZ pistons for 92 gasoline, and it was not possible to simply change the piston - it was modified by a turner before installation. It was necessary to change the entire piston, or at least the left cylinder assembly with piston and pin. In the morning, Artem and I drove to Serpukhov to buy the necessary spare parts for repairs, but the piston parts were Chinese, and at some astronomical price (I don’t remember now, but my financial situation at that time could not allow such expenses). Local motorcyclists also failed to find a used one. On Sunday morning I already had to be at work. I didn’t want to leave the motorcycle, in which I had invested a lot of effort, money and mental energy, so I decided to go home on Saturday morning on one live cylinder, relying on my favorite chance. The girls drew me a sign on a piece of cardboard asking for help, which was attached over the license plate. In response to my doubts about this decision, the guys replied that in your position no one would pay attention to it.

Yesterday's heat gave way to cloudy weather with occasional rain. This gave me a little hope that the remaining living cylinder would not die and would be able to take me home. At first everything went quite well, but after leaving the M-2 the engine increasingly began to lose traction and require stops to cool down. After about 70 kilometers I was stopped at a traffic police checkpoint. The inspector first asked why I stopped a kilometer in front of the checkpoint, thought that I was looking for a detour (and I was just letting the engine cool down), then announced that he was forced to issue me a fine for driving with the headlights off, after which he went to fill out my documents protocol, and at that time, without making unnecessary movements, I tore off the cardboard from the license plate with the inscription “Broken”))) It’s good that he didn’t notice it, apparently he was surprised by the state of my transport. Having received my documents and a decree for 500 rubles back, I asked the inspector to help me, namely to stop a truck with Belgorod or Kursk license plates so that my horse could be taken closer to home. Before this, I tried many times to brake the truck myself while the engine was cooling down, but I hardly saw any fellow countrymen on the trucks, and even they didn’t want to stop. And then, as if by magic, a couple of minutes later a Hyundai truck with a thermal booth appeared, returning empty from Moscow to Belgorod - bingo! The driver agreed to take my horse on board for some monetary reward. There were three of us loading - me, the driver and the traffic cop) Due to the lack of any parts in the thermal booth to which the Ural could be attached, I climbed inside, laid out a rug for myself and rested my feet on the motorcycle, placed on the side stand, because it was big there is a risk of breaking it on bumps and when making right turns. Delighted with my salvation, I was driving in a dark iron booth in a great mood until I decided to plug my phone charger into the cigarette lighter on the steering wheel. At that moment, the truck bounced violently on a bump, and the motorcycle collapsed - the step broke. Because of the roar, the driver stopped to check if everything was okay. After that, I was already riding a horse, holding it with my feet in a puddle of oil spilled under my feet. I will say, it was another rodeo that lasted about 8 hours - the truck was moving slowly. In such a situation, time moved even slower. You think to yourself that half an hour has definitely passed, you check - 5 minutes! Those were very long hours. I have never received such a load on my legs in any training or competition, either before or after that night))) holding a heavy motorcycle, every now and then trying to fall on its side when turning the truck, while resting on the floor slippery from oil, was very difficult. At the same time, I could not put the motorcycle on its side - the driver almost got hit when he saw a little oil spilled on the floor of the booth. I got to the house from the turn off the highway in tow, a friend came to the rescue and dragged me to the garage. Yes, the first mini-long-haul trip turned out to be full of mistakes and difficulties, but aren’t they the parents of experience) Now, when they ask me if I’m afraid that the motorcycle will break while traveling, I remember this story) No, I’m not afraid!

PS Added a video as an example of the operation of the Urals in recent years)))