A 25-year-old motorcycle. A 70-year-old man. One of the most dangerous roads on Earth.

The Kolyma Highway—better known as the Road of Bones—cuts through the vast emptiness of Siberia’s far east, a place where distances are measured in days, not miles, and where a simple breakdown can become a matter of life and death.

When Lawrence Bransby sets out alone from Kyrgyzstan, his ageing DR350 has already spent two years abandoned in a dusty shed. Neither man nor machine should make it. But together, they attempt the improbable: a 30,000-kilometre journey across continents, through Kazakhstan and deep into Russia, all the way to the Pacific—and back again.

At the heart of it lies the Road of Bones. Remote. Unforgiving. Legendary.

And he rides it twice.

This is not just a travel story. It is a test of endurance, resilience, and quiet determination—told with honesty, dry wit, and a deep awareness of the risks at every turn. From initial, rudimentary planning to moments of real fear on the road, Bransby draws you into the saddle until you can almost smell the dust and the oil, feel the vast Siberian wilderness closing in around you.

Riding the Road of Bones is a gripping account of one man, one old bike, and a journey few would dare to attempt.