Well OK, I've been wandering around Kiev for two days now, in hopes of catching a glimpse of the Great Vino. No luck.
I don't know why I'd find him here, as he doesn't live here and may never have visited Kiev as best I can tell. I figured it was worth a try.
There are very few bicyclists here, and they are all Freds riding Huskavitchs or whatever brand of bike they have here. I saw one hearty mountain biker who was braving the streets (I wouldn't do it), hopped a curb and went flying down some stairs when the traffic got too hairy. I was impressed.
As Fate would have it, we are staying with a young woman from Khaszakistan. In the true BF >50 tradition, I proceded to bore her to tears about biking.
"You must be really intrigued by Vino's exploits".
"Vino. You know, Alexander Vinokurov".
"Vino, the famous biker who was favored to win the Tour de France this year".
"Tour? Is that like the Olympics?"
And so on.
Next installation: the weak link moves on.