Jan
10
2010
7

Lessons from Winter Biking

By Andy

We’ve done a lot of complaining about the cold lately. Those who follow our Twitter feed are probably getting tired of it. Part of the problem is that we’re in the midst of one of the coldest winters in 60 years for the northern hemisphere. I had written previously about how strange it was that we were riding through snow while on the same latitude as northern Florida. Somewhat reassuringly, in a schadenfreude sense, temperatures in Melbourne, Florida, even further south, hit record lows recently, bottoming out at 28 degrees Fahrenheit.

The other part of the problem is that we just haven’t been good Boy Scouts. Originally, we had intended to set out from Beijing in late August or early September and head south to avoid the winter. A lost passport and the addition of Alexis to the team nixed those plans, and we hit the road nearly a month behind schedule on September 23. For my part, I was completely unprepared for any sort of actually cold weather. The clothing portion of my original gear list reads:

1 pair Pearl Izumi biking gloves
2 pair Pearl Izumi bike shorts
1 Trek helmet
2 short-sleeve bike jerseys
1 long-sleeve bike jersey
2 synthetic short-sleeve shirts
1 synthetic long-sleeve shirt
1 smart wool long-sleeve shirt
2 pair zip-off pants
2 pair boxers
3 pair smart wool socks
1 waterproof jacket
1 pair waterproof pants
1 pair Merrel hiking shoes
1 pair Pearl Izumi bike shoes
1 Buff
1 waterproof helmet cover

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Sep
27
2009
1

Greener Pastures

What a difference 39 km can make! After the police hijinks in Wen’an we made southward into deep Hebei determined to stay on the country side of things. The dirty hotel room we found in Liugezhuang (留各庄) for 30 yuan (~$4) was across a dirty courtyard from the hotel’s banquet facility / restaurant (mind you, the best restaurant / banquet facility in town, which isn’t saying much), where during our dinner a terribly drunk middle aged LBX man (they don’t need an excuse to be drunk, but on this particular night there was a wedding party going on) barged in to drink with us. In between strange nonsensical outbursts, he repeatedly told us, “I’m a policeman!; I go for training to Beijing all the time!; My family has connections and are in power!; This is my son! (as his son burst in); My son is in power with the government! This is my son! (he was afraid we might forget)” and so on. Basically you should imagine being in backwoods, Massachusetts and being told by a flamboyant drunken asshole, “I’m a Kennedy! I got put in power because of my family! My son has political pull and a hefty paycheck because of our family connections!”  After his son dragged him away embarrassed, and we left the restaurant, we were again forced into drunken conversation with two more elder male members of the family, primarily surnamed Gao, one the head of a local insulation enterprise (more on that later) and the other a government official. They both regaled us with stories of how successful or powerful the other was (a favorite face-giving game) before insisting we meet them at noon for lunch the next day in the courtyard. My point is that in Wen’an the police are terrorizing unsuspecting locals because of connections to us, and in the other they’re sitting us down over beers letting us know how great they are. (more…)

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