Today began with blue skies seen through the haze of
pollution. The Yellow River, more brown
than yellow, was visible from our hotel window.
This whole area of China is an ecological disaster. There is dust, smog, and trash almost
everywhere we look. The land is scarred
by bulldozers and earth moving equipment.
I’ve yet to see any kind of erosion protection around the hundreds of building
sites. Everything just runs right into
the rivers.
In motorcycling, there’s often that one random event and it happened today to Andre Lacy (our 76-year old rider from Indiannapolis, where he runs a large company and chairs the Indiannapolis 500 and the Indiana State Fair boards). The group was traveling on the far right in
the scooter lane. A 3-wheeled motorcycle
cart made a right turn from the car lanes at about 25 mph, right into
Andre. It knocked him about 30 feet into
a fruit cart, toppling the cart onto its side.
Tom Loftus witnessed it from behind.
He thought he’d find Andre unconscious or dead. Andre surprised him when he popped up from
the ground and said, “That guy hit me!”
Tom, Mona, Boz and Jeanette (welcome to the group Jeanette) attended to
Andre and called John, who was ahead, with us, waiting for them to catch up.
John left us and the rest of the group to sort out Andre's health, state of his bike and claims from the other driver and the upended
fruit cart. We waited at the corner in a
nearby zen garden. The nearby Audi
dealer opened their doors and restrooms to us while we waited. It took about an hour and a half to settle
the damages to the fruit cart – Andre and the other driver each paid 1,500 yuan
to the innocent party – and to determine that Andre’s bike needed repairs.
There was too much frame damage to be ridden, so the guys towed it to the BMW car dealership only a block away, and will be shipped to Shenzhen to await shipment with the other bikes back to the US.
A bridge over the Yellow River gave us an up close view of how nasty it is.
It took the another hour before we were away from the smog, and breathing fresher air – at least until we passed the village latrines.
…as did some other farm products, like wheat.
These women were tossing the crop into the
air to separate the wheat and chaff.
We had a forced rest break when Mike experience a flat
tire. We happened to stop at the Ganzu
Toll Headquarters. They were friendly
and offered us the use of the restrooms and hot water for tea. But they wouldn’t let us on the highway - no motorcycles allowed.
Meanwhile, the guys were having problems replacing a tube in
the tire. The first replacement had a leak and
the second time the tire wasn’t seating properly. Mike finally ran it until the tire heated up
enough to seat.
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