The Great Chinese Motorcycle Adventure Pt. 2

As we were making our way slowly on the shoulder of the highway, a police officer ended up pulling us over. This obviously made us pretty nervous given that nothing we were doing with the bikes was legal, so pretended not to know any Chinese. The cop however turned out to be very friendly as he apologized for his poor English, explained how we couldn’t drive on the highway like that, and escorted us to the next down. Driving through this city was pretty interesting as we were winding through an army of gigantic trucks along a dirt road riddled with ditches. Soon we found a motorcycle repair place, 摩托车修, that was really just a hole in the wall with scooters out front next to what I’m pretty sure was a brothel. However, we still managed to move the tire back and make the chain taught and all for free.
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The Great Chinese Motorcycle Adventure Pt. 1

On Wednesday the 13th of May, my friend Karl and I were equipped to set off on our 700km trip down the coast of China to Qingdao, Karl with his 400cc Kawasaki Ninja with fake plates and me with my Honda CB400 with no plates at all, and neither of us with a valid Chinese driver’s lisence to speak of. The trip started out well. Our first 150km went off without a hitch as we wound our way through Beijing traffic and navigated our way out of the city. The driving was very fun as we hit the open road, hitting speeds as high as 150km/h. We took a break for some snacks and to get some gas. The gas station was fun as we had Chinese crowding round our bikes asking us questions and chuckling at our directions we had taped to our gas tanks. It was at about
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