Hop on a motorcycle and ride across China. Ride into the West. Out of urban industrialization and into the borderlands. Over packed dirt and concrete to a land still breathing with its own lungs. Bring your friends. If you think you’re dreaming, pay more attention.
From Collages

Friday, June 29, 2007

Just don't let them know we understand...

Feiying tanked in their effort to obtain licenses for us despite petitioning multiple municipal motor vehicle divisions. We supplied the dealer with application forms, physical evaluation forms--we paid 10 rmb for a nurse to certify our height and weight, both of which we lied about--, translations of our U.S. driver's licenses, letters from our respective schools, copies of our visas, and 6 passport photos. These items weren't impressive enough even alongside the hefty bribe we were willing to slip the first wavering local official.
This minor setback has not deterred us. We still plan to carry on with ignorance as our shield. The dealer has assured us that there would be no serious legal repercussions if we were stopped by the police. Whether this is really the case is moot. There is no stopping us now.
I want to take this chance to introduce what I believe should be the guiding principal of our journey: "bu dao huang he xin bu si," a well-known Chinese proverb that has two somewhat contradictory interpretations. The first, "do not stop until you reach your goal." And the second, "refuse to give up until all hope is gone."

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