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bicyling in beijing is a bit like an action movie - you're patrick swayze, your bike is the big sky, and you've just jumped off an airplane! it's the sort of sport (lifestyle) that makes your bones elastic, your nerves electric, you believe you can fit through anything - and you try. you cut off cars, circle around buses, squeeze in between motorcycles, construction trucks, and old men drinking soup on blue plastic chairs, you live inch by inch, fight for any space you got, you forget words, all you got is the rattle of a bicyclist next to you hauling blue plastic war jugs, the growl of taxis speeding up to cut you off, the honk of vans, the murmur of engines driving by you, and the confident ring of your tiny silver bike bell.