Because for the first time, I never looked back! Recalling riding a bike from Beijing to Tibet at the age of 3 (1)

It was May 5, 212, eight years ago today. At the age of 3, I started my first trip.

At that time, "go and go" had not spread on the Internet, and similarly, there would be no "the world is so big, I want to see it", but the long-term work at my desk made me tired, and my restless heart could not contain the free blood, which made me ready to move.

I called my boss and said that I would take time off to ride in Tibet. My boss said, OK! How long? I said a month (but it wasn't the case), and then I called my mother at home on the second phone. My mother said, Be sure to pay attention to safety!

So, I told my friend, Daguang, the owner of the car shop who just started a business at that time, and he gave me great help. We studied for two days. He used the parts on my current mountain bike to help me reassemble my bicycle into Tibet reasonably, and at the same time gave me a frame during the difficult period of starting a business, so that I could travel with his dream! Thanks brother! Always remember!

I can't wait any longer. On May 5th, I remember it was a very comfortable and sunny morning. I packed my bags and bid farewell to my parents. I came to the front of the car shop to take a group photo with my bike and sent it to Daguang. At the same time, I wrote "Daguang, I'm leaving, I wish you good luck all your life and prosperous business!"

Then, I set foot on my bicycle, facing the sleepy morning sun, and embarked on the journey of riding Lhasa from Beijing without hesitation!

at 8 o'clock, I received a short message from Daguang: Brother! I'm proud of you. Be safe and have a safe trip!

I especially remember that I happened to pass Chang 'an Avenue when I received the text message. I looked up and saw that the wide street was in a hurry, but I was no longer one of them, and I couldn't say how much I felt. The moment I looked at Tiananmen Square, I silently said, See you in two months! Let's go!

I used an old Lenovo mobile phone to take photos all the way. It doesn't have high-definition picture quality and cool light and shadow, but it is enough!

why Chengdu? Because that was the starting point of Sichuan-Tibet Line 318, two days before departure, when I inquired about the road conditions of 318 from the Internet, the QQ group was lucky to find the team that rode Tibet from Chengdu on May 2. Strictly speaking, I found the organization. I am not a lone ranger, and I prefer the life of talking and laughing together, so I got to know "Lao Qian", "Second Sister" and "Lao Lang".

This means that I have to cross Hebei, Henan and Shaanxi in half a month to reach Chengdu, Sichuan, and travel more than 2,3 kilometers along the national highway. Well, no matter what, I will die after riding the first step.

when we set out, the card and cash were less than 2, yuan, and my parents and friends repeatedly told me to give me a call if the money was not enough.

But people should have self-knowledge, do as many things as they have energy, and know what they want, so they have to put up with some savings.

Yes, finding the post office was a pleasure for me along the way. When I set out, I asked my mother for a cloth bag and cut it into a square shape. I drew the route on it, and then whenever I saw the post office open, I would go in and stamp the corresponding position. In some places, I was asked to buy a stamp before I could stamp it. This is a rule. In fact, I drew two copies, one of which is now hanging on the wall of the garage.

but this time I didn't come in because of the stamp! It's because ...

I just got out of Gaobeidian and rode on the road when I felt someone shouting behind me. Looking back, I caught up with a little brother, the one below. Coincidentally, he was also going to Tibet. There was a military shovel in the back of his car. I asked him what he was doing. He said that if you meet a bad guy in Tibet, you can use it as a weapon to defend yourself. I laughed and said, Brother, forget it. In the plateau area, oxygen is thin, where can you still wield a shovel? He nodded, too, and sent it home later ...

When he entered the Shijiazhuang boundary, it was already a team of three people.

The cyclist from Lu Yu rode in the opposite direction. The luggage in the back rack was so high that he only had one arm. When he saw us, he was panting, and even said, Great, I'm relieved to see you. He is from Hunan, riding in journey to the south, and the northerners are relatively tall. Without one arm, he lacks a sense of security. I said, don't worry, northerners are straightforward, not as rude and unreasonable as you think. Because of their respective trips, at this moment of intersection, I kept the opposite memory with a photo.

one night later, because of time, I said goodbye to them and went forward alone. See you in Lhasa!

that is, on the day I left them, I rode more than 15 kilometers, and I had to get to Handan to stay. I rode too hard these days, and my car needed to be maintained. When there were still more than 4 kilometers away from Handan, it was getting dark. I knew it would be very late to arrive in Handan, so I contacted a Merida car shop in Handan with a poor 2G signal and told me about my situation. The other party promised to wait for me, no matter how late!

I didn't arrive until 1 o'clock in the evening. This is a newly opened car shop, and the boss and proprietress are waiting for me in the shop.

At that time, Tibet was not as common as it is now. It was still a very new thing for people in small cities. My boss was very excited to know that I was going to Lhasa by bike. He said that every cyclist had a dream of riding a bicycle to travel around the world, and so did he. Raising a family slowed him down.

the boss called for supper and helped me find a nearby hotel to stay in. The next day, I arrived at the store and handed a brand-new car to me. Brother, there is no charge for maintenance! Be sure to refuel! ! ! Be sure to call me when you come to Handan again! ! !

moved! Thank you, honest boss!

I left Handan, went west, entered the border of Henan Province and stayed in tangyin county. I got lost for a while, strayed into a village, and just caught up with the market. It was easier to get in than to get out.

On the second day, I set out from Tangyin to Zhengzhou. I have some doubts about the accommodation. Xinxiang, 85km away, is a little far away. forever, please feel free. Sure enough, I arrived in Xinxiang at 4: 3 in the afternoon and continued on my way without hesitation, but I was too confident in myself.

After riding until 9: pm, I was still on the expressway 4 kilometers away from Zhengzhou. The dust and harsh singing of trucks were all telling me that this cyclist, who should not have appeared at this time, was demonstrating and protesting. After persisting for 5 kilometers, I stopped at a roadside national service area. When I learned that there was no room available, I sat on the doorstep with a bowl of instant noodles soaked for a long time. Looking at the carts coming in and out from the gas station, I want to see if I can take a ride to Zhengzhou.

after being rejected several times, a kind-hearted man made room for me to put his bike as much as he could. Zhang Dage, a Zhoukoudian native, can see his simple side from his face, and he doesn't like to talk, but every word and every action makes people feel indescribable.

He called my sister-in-law to the back seat and let me sit in the co-pilot's seat. He said that you were tired and took a nap. After entering Zhengzhou, I sent you directly to your place of residence. I fell asleep when I was tired. When I passed the Yellow River Bridge, Brother Zhang asked me to see it. It was dark and I missed my first meeting with the Yellow River.

Now I still keep in touch with Zhang Dage, and I always send words of blessing on holidays. For Zhang Dage, I have always said silently in my heart: Good man, life is safe!

at 12 o'clock in the evening, after taking a shower, I put on clean casual clothes and felt relaxed. I went downstairs to eat supper, a bowl of wonton, a few kebabs and a bottle of beer, which eliminated the fatigue of the day.

I slept soundly this night, and it's already 9 o'clock when I set out again. The target is Luoyang! I flew all the way, but I was caught in heavy rain 2 kilometers away from Luoyang. This is a newly built expressway into Luoyang, which is not marked on the map. There are few vehicles and pedestrians on the road, let alone any place to shelter from the rain. After an hour of heavy rain, the wheels ran over the road with deep water, and the water splashed!

After crossing the Luohe Bridge, the rain stopped, the street lights shone on the wet ground, and people were alone. I saw a cyclist in front of me catching up and chatting. His family lived in downtown Luoyang, just got off work, so he left now because of the rain. After entering the city, he took me to the door of a youth hostel by a detour, and then quietly left. I didn't even ask his name. He is such an ordinary man with a kind face.

I stayed in the Youth Travel Service, because my whole body and my backpack were soaked, so I turned out all my luggage to dry, took apart my bicycle, cleaned it and dried it.

At the same time, I made a decision to take a day off in Luoyang!

I slept until noon on this day's rest. Because I was worried about the water in the bearing of the vehicle, I went out to find a car shop to maintain the vehicle. When I learned that they were going to organize a night ride, I went there together. It was particularly comfortable to ride without a heavy backpack that night! When I returned to the hostel, the shopkeeper invited me to a Huimian Noodles in Henan. He said, Brother, this Huimian Noodles is the most authentic place. Don't forget this bowl of noodles when you leave Luoyang!

The next day, the vehicle started its journey with a new look. I don't quite understand if I am the legendary rain god who fell from the earth. As long as I clean my bike, there will always be a rain that is destined to make me useless the next day.

When I arrived in Sanmenxia City today, I can only describe the road of the day as too bad. I can bear the rain, but the cinders along the way beat me to pieces, and the small hotel I stayed in in 2 yuan was a bit horrible.

Passing Lingbao, I climbed a big steep slope, and made a roadside stall at the top. My eldest sister made a cold noodle for me, complaining to her that the car had no fender and the rain cover could not prevent the rain at all. Sister ran into the room silently, took out red silk and sewed a rain cover for me.

Later, I used it to reach Lhasa, and it was always my patron saint until I returned to Beijing.

out of Henan, across the Yellow River to Huayin County (Huashan), Shaanxi Province

All the way was in full swing, and there was no rainy day. Is it because I didn't clean the car?

I met my little brother who went back to Xi' an in a small shop on the road in Weinan. He sheltered me from the wind and entered Xi' an 3 kilometers later. Xiaoyuan broke up with me at an overpass. He had a strong Shaanxi dialect and said that you must eat well in Xi' an. The food here is very good!

when I first arrived in Xi' an, I chose the mixed noodles in Huimin snack street and the specialty ice peak soda. Of course, now I won't go to the snack street as a foreign tourist in their eyes.

Actually, I have been to Xi 'an once. It was a business trip a few years ago. I stayed in Xi 'an for a few days and rode a bike on the city wall. This is my only impression.

Look at the calendar on my mobile phone. There are still a few days before May 2th, but the Qinling Mountains after passing through Xi 'an no longer allow me to go at this speed. On the day of rest in Xi 'an, I found out the shuttle bus to Chengdu the next morning at the bus station and decided to take a ride to Guangyuan to speed up the progress.

However, the lovely driver dragged me to Mianyang. He said, Little brother, I won't charge you, so you can talk to your brother more. Hey, big brother, you are really warm-hearted!

Mianyang is only a day's drive to Chengdu, so I slowed down, but I was caught up by two older brothers. Coincidentally, we are the same brand of frames! At lunch, they said that the Qinling Mountains had been turned over for four days, which was too steep and difficult to climb.

on may 17th, yes, that's the day. I went through the thick smoke in Deyang, and I came to Chengdu, where my Sichuan and Tibetan brothers and I met: Jiulong Ding Inn.

It took me 13 days to ride 16 kilometers. I explained to myself that I was doing zipper for Tibet.

During the two days in Chengdu, the team members and I quickly got acquainted with each other. We ate hot pot together, drank tea together in Jinli, went to Chunxi Road to see beautiful women together, and painted our freedom on the wall of the inn together!

If I had another choice, I would definitely cross the Qinling Mountains, a mountain that stretches for hundreds of kilometers, and it is still my riding dream!

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