Lost in Guangxi ~ The broken spoke diaries

Suprsignet · 04-20-2008, 01:00 AM

Thursday, April 10

We set off at 10am on Thursday morning determined to make it to Guangxi's own monkey mountain. We had been planning the trip for quite sometime but the weather had never seemed to co-operate with our desires and we had been forced to delay repeatedly. Traveling on a motorcycle is always fun, but it always a lot more fun when the weather is good and the sun is shining.

Earlier in the year during the Chinese New Year break from school we had thought of doing a similar trip on our now old and abused 48cc bike. The weather at that time had been the worst this province had seen in 50 years and the thought of riding two up with all of our gear through mountains and cold weather spured the desire for a new bike and the idea that maybe waiting out the cod weather was the best possible plan at that time.

The new bike had arrived and had been broken in with little trouble. Confidence was high for the bike's first real trip out into the world. We had be studying the weather reports for sometime trying to pick the most ideal time to ride. The wife had never been out on any type of road trip before and in the interest of future support for wild and crazy adventures the first trip should always be the smoothest. With the notice of a couple of clear days ahead we pack up the soft bags with enough underwear and socks for an over night trip.

04-20-2008, 01:00 AM	#1
Suprsignet Join Date: Jan 2008 Posts: 88	Lost in Guangxi ~ The broken spoke diaries Thursday, April 10 We set off at 10am on Thursday morning determined to make it to Guangxi's own monkey mountain. We had been planning the trip for quite sometime but the weather had never seemed to co-operate with our desires and we had been forced to delay repeatedly. Traveling on a motorcycle is always fun, but it always a lot more fun when the weather is good and the sun is shining. Earlier in the year during the Chinese New Year break from school we had thought of doing a similar trip on our now old and abused 48cc bike. The weather at that time had been the worst this province had seen in 50 years and the thought of riding two up with all of our gear through mountains and cold weather spured the desire for a new bike and the idea that maybe waiting out the cod weather was the best possible plan at that time. The new bike had arrived and had been broken in with little trouble. Confidence was high for the bike's first real trip out into the world. We had be studying the weather reports for sometime trying to pick the most ideal time to ride. The wife had never been out on any type of road trip before and in the interest of future support for wild and crazy adventures the first trip should always be the smoothest. With the notice of a couple of clear days ahead we pack up the soft bags with enough underwear and socks for an over night trip.
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