
But this wouldn’t be a story worth telling you all if there wasn’t something bizarre that occurred during the process of purchasing my god forsaken bike. On a lovely little Sunday afternoon, myself, Kim, Julianne and A.J. ventured into the city on a hunt for this miraculous two-wheeled invention when we walked into a woman overly excited about the prospect of us purchasing one of her bicycles.

We walked around the store admiring the beautiful new bikes with shiny wheels, squishy seats, and sweet sounding bells when we came to four “sad-looking” bikes sitting in the corner. Obviously on a budget, we tried to bargain with the nice woman but she didn’t budge. When we told her our goal price she nodded and walked towards the four bikes in the corner. The tires were flat, the seats used, and the sweet sounding bells—nonexistent. After pointing out these imperfections and a few others, the saleswoman went to work. She replaced these parts on all four bikes and we were left with almost-new bikes to ride home! (AND WE HAD BASKETS!!!)
What a deal, we thought. Mike and Ian had paid twice as much a week earlier on brand new bikes. We thought we were smarter and more clever than Bill Gates until halfway home when the first glitch occurred in our plan. I was peddling amongst other Chinese bikers, thinking to myself, “Wow I’m so Chinese now,” when I lost control of my pedals and landed in a bush. The chain on my bike came loose and we were unable to tighten it. We were still about six kilometers away from our apartments so we tried everything that came to our minds. First, I sat on my bike and held onto A.J.’s to my left and Kim’s to my right. Failure. Then I sat on the back of A.J.’s and held onto mine. Failure. Finally, dressed in a cute jean skirt and Uggs, I decided that there was nothing more I could do but to run alongside my new favorite purchase.

Funny story right? It gets better. After watching and having to listen to Julianne, Kim and A.J. laugh at me as I ran my bike home, I hear, “ohhhh nooooo.” To my right, I see pedals on the ground and A.J. having a minor temper tantrum in the middle of Inner Mongolia. Disaster strikes again. The pedals were on loose and consequently fell off the bike. But hey, I was happy. Now I had a running partner! Two days later, Kim got a flat tire and my bike tire followed after that. Now we’re just waiting to see what happens to Julianne. I’ve got my money on her handlebars falling off, but we’ll see!

Moral of the story...if you want a little more laughter in your life, and maybe a headache or two, buy a used Chinese bike!