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.
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Saturday, July 14, 2007

Day 3: Tongliao to (Unnamed City), Inner Mongolia

Distance: 205 km (127 mi.)
Expenses: gas 25rmb, hotel 67rmb
Events:
  • Waited two hours for P's bike to be fixed at the Tongliao Feiying delearship. The repair job cost 1,000rmb.
  • The Tongliao Feiying delear led us out of town with a bunch of his riding buddies on their tricked out bikes.
  • Encountered massive construction on the road out of Tongliao, but decided to ride on. We found later that we were actually on the wrong road, headed the wrong direction.
  • Rode, for the second straight day, in the dark despite warnings from some dump truck drivers. T easily convinced D and P to ride
    on after saying, "it's only another 20 km."
  • A van full of construction workers, who asked us to follow them through the construction zone, stopped at a dead end, turned off their lights, and emptied the van to confront us.
  • T lost his right crash bar as we drove into the city.
  • At a later dinner, we ate our first potato chuan(r) while speaking to some drunken Mongolians.

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