I currently live in China.
The easiest way to get around is by bicycle.
After I had been here for a few weeks I realized this and early last October I bought a bike. I went
to the local bike shop and I tried very hard to get the cheapest bicycle in the store. However, they
refused to allow me to buy such a poor quality bicycle. "Not good enough for a foreigner." Instead
they wanted to sell me one at more than double the price. I kept refusing and the price of the
better bike kept dropping. I wasn't trying to bargain or haggle but I succeeded.
I really know nothing about that first bike. It was an okay bike but there wasn't really anything
about it that could be called impressive. The name on the bike, which probably means nothing to
anyone, was CFoge. I think the eventual purchase price (with basket, bell, lock and luggage rack)
was 220 rmb or about $25.
Before going on summer holiday to the US I loaned my bike to a friend. By my standards my bicycle
wasn't all that good but his bicycle was terrible. When I came back I found that my bike had been
stolen and my friend had bought me a secondhand bike of similarly poor quality to replace it.
Within five days of returning to China I bought a new bike. This time I didn't go to my local
bicycle store but went to one nearly a kilometer and a half away. This store also had a pretty good
selection of Chinese Giant Bicycles. I ended up getting a Giant Athena. Not a great bike, but head
and shoulders above what I had been riding. With bell, lock, luggage rack, and an unexplained box
containing 9 liters of green tea this bike cost 496 rmb or about $58.
I really liked that bike.
I took that bike with me to Beijing.
I went out and got lost in the countryside with that bike.
I put as much as 60 klicks on that bike inside of one day.
It was a nice bike.
Monday morning I looked out my window at the stunning blue sky. I had a distinct lack of headache.
I had a distinct lack of sinus infection. I had a distinct lack of toothache. I showered, got
dressed, and went outside to put my new bike computer on my bike. And I found that I also had a
distinct lack of bike.
My foul attitude in response to having my bike stolen from inside the compound did result in
finally getitng my drain fixed, my phone line fixed, and my washing machine replaced. I don't much
care for being a [censored] at people but, possibly because the [censored] so rarely comes out, it is an
amazingly effective tactic. However, I got told that if the school were to consider replacing my
bike there was no way they were going to spend nearly as much money as I had spent. $60 is a lot of
money over here.
I did not want another poor quality bicycle. I had gotten used to having a nice bicycle.
I decided instead of buying a new beautiful bike after all of the responses I recieved along the
lines of "well duh of course this would happen" I was going to get the ugliest bike I could find
that was still a nice bike.
It took a bit of effort to find a second hand bicycle market. If it hadn't been for the piece of
paper with the instructions for the taxi driver I never would have found it. It looked to me just
like any other place in China with a lot of bicycles parked out in front. For example, on the street
near my school entrance, there are always at least twice as many bicycles as there are visible staff
and customers in all of the nearby shops.
Most of the bicycles at the market were nothing special. I found a few that looked okay. However,
the standard of quality in available second hand bicycles was definitely not good. They were mostly
the kind of bikes were everything makes sound except the bell. Then, after glancing at a few hundred
bikes, I literally came to the end of the line and found two good bikes.
One was barely distinguishable as an Emmelle bicycle under the dirt, and the paint which had been
badly applied with a heavy hand when repairing rust damage to the fenders. The other was still
almost shiny and had a name unknown to me painted all over it in garish colors. The nearly shiny
bike had shocks and was definitely a fancier bike. But, I didn't know if it was a better bike. So I
went for the known brand name.
75 rmb. I ought to have bargained but didn't bother at that price.
They changed the ripped up seat for me for a seat which was easily the most uncomfortable thing my
ass has ever rested upon. And my ass has rested upon some pretty uncomfortable things.
Getting the local bike store to understand I wanted this bike made good as new was a torturous
uphill battle. In the end they grudgingly swapped the rear derailleur for a new one. However, they
didn't have a front derailleur. And they didn't have new gears. And they thought my brakes were
fine. As I am rather fond of having the bike actually stop when I apply the brakes I had rather
different opinions on the matter. (When the old brakes were removed the rubber pads were so worn
down that the metal shoe was visible.)
So, I took the bike to the big Emmelle shop I had found a few weeks ago. It was also a battle to
convince them of what I wanted done. Didn't I realize how much money this would cost? See you can
buy a perfectly nice new bike at that price.
But, after some effort on my part, they were finally made to understand that I am a foreigner who
suffers from minor bouts of temporary insanity. Once they realized they could still profit from the
nature of my obvious mental afflications they were willing to take my money and apply their skill
to my bike.
I dropped the bike off at noon-ish and was told to pick it up around
5:30. They severely underestimated the amount of effort involved in rehabilitating this bike and I
got out of there around 9pm.
New rear derailleur. (Shimano) New front derailleur. (Sunway) New seat. New brakes. One new shifter
cable. New wheel center thingybits. New rear gears. (Shimano) New front gears. (Shimano) New pedals.
I did get to keep the tires. I also kept the rims, which, judging by the rust spots, are probably
steel. And I still have most of the same spokes I had when I bought the bike.
I will still need to get the seat raised as I am pretty sure my knees shouldn't be able to bump
my elbows.
I also need to find a place to put the bell and get a decent bell. The current bell (put on this
morning) intereferes with changing gears. I admit that the terrain is such that there is absolutely
no reason for me to change gears other than because this 10 speed is my first bike with multiple
gears and I CAN.
So far the bike has cost 428 rmb. And, even as a pretty nice bike it is still just as butt ugly as
it was when I bought it.
-M