Ode to my bike.

May – October, 2008

My bike was my car while in Beijing. It was a big investment on my volunteer’s budget. It got me everywhere I needed to go and kept me in shape. I rode it… through the alley behind my place, to work, to the markets, into and out of trouble, to and around Forbidden City, through the Beijing hutongs, everywhere! I maneuvered through cars, buses, bikes, mopeds, and crowds and crowds of people. I even took a few wipeouts on it, but I did love it.

It was stolen the week before I left Beijing, and I feel I need to post a tribute to my “shao didi.”