Because the time has obviously become longer😂, such as today.
Start eating at 6 a.m. and set off at 6:20 a.m. We originally planned to leave at 5 o'clock, but my friends all thought it was unsafe so early, saying that there would be wild animals on the road (are there other animals besides pandas?), not to mention that we couldn't skip breakfast.
It makes sense to think about it, so let’s go with everyone.
Regarding whether I can reach my destination smoothly, my fellow experts enthusiastically helped me with suggestions, which reminded me of the pony crossing the river.
Brother Leshan said, don’t be afraid. As long as you arrive at Dengshan at 10 o’clock, you should be able to reach the tunnel entrance before 4 o’clock in the afternoon. The next step is to go downhill. It will definitely be no problem;
Sister Dai Dai's thinking is obviously in line with my career. She said that we should consider the worst possibility. What if we can't reach the tunnel entrance before five o'clock? Have a plan;
Sister Yueming told me that there is nothing to plan. You should plan if you can’t keep up with the changes. Don’t think so much, just push hard and it will be over;
I have memorized all the above words of the Great God. I didn’t think too much about it. The key is physical strength. I can’t do it with just my thoughts. I can only pray that the tire will not blow out. The rest is just a tortoise.
It was after 6 o'clock, it was still dark, and the mountains next to me were huge and silent. It reminded me of the scene when I was riding 318 10 years ago, over Mount Mira and heading straight to Lhasa. He was also on his way before dawn.
Fortunately, I know that I have a bunch of companions behind me and I am not alone.
Soon, the great masters surpassed me one after another. When passing by, they all told me to come on, follow your own pace, and don’t panic.
The 23-kilometer Panda Valley to Dengshan Mountain felt much more difficult than the gentle slope yesterday, and I didn’t ride until 10 o’clock.
The difficulties on the road were something I never expected. I thought I could survive it smoothly, so I kept watching the time and tried my best to get to Dengshan at 10 o'clock.
I opened Baidu Maps and while riding, I felt tired and wanted to rest. I knew this would definitely not work, so I made a rule to take a break every 3 kilometers, drink water, loosen my butt, etc.
The reality is that rules have become as broken as records. After drinking a large bottle of iced black tea, I was so thirsty.
However, we arrived at Dengshan before 10 o'clock. Needless to say, the suffering along the way. In the last section, I was eager to arrive, but due to inaccurate navigation, I ended up 500 meters too long.
When I saw this sign, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I thought we were here, and even watched Chef Ding Jie Niu, but unfortunately I couldn’t show the video.
What I didn't expect was that I was refused permission to look for the restroom, saying that the restroom was closed. The people here are so happy, and the official holiday is expected to begin in late October.
There is another real Mount Deng 900 meters above. As a result, I met another one-handed cycling guru whom I admired, and I took the opportunity to take a photo with him.
As I turned the corner, I knew the boots of testing had hit the ground. Just like the zigzag of 318, a series of hairpin turns.
Just grit your teeth and ride, telling yourself that there are still 6 hours until 4 p.m., more than 20 kilometers, and the speed of 4 kilometers per hour should be enough to hold it. I also made harsh words in the group, saying that I was confident of reaching the tunnel entrance around 4 o'clock.
There was a cliff on one side and vehicles of all sizes on the other. I didn’t dare to look outside, let alone take pictures because it would waste time. The scenery is certainly beautiful, but I have no intention of watching it.
Along the way, Little D and I took turns going back and forth, and it seemed that we were the last to finish. I can’t count how many turns I rode, but at 11 o’clock, I felt I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Try every means, play music, think randomly, stare at the wheel, comfort yourself...
I have never realized that time is so abundant as it is today 😂 I thought it had been a long time, but it turned out to be only 5 minutes.
I know it should be possible at around 4pm, but it’s impossible to arrive at once😫😫😫
I began to have the illusion that I was burning oil every minute, not burning calories, but burning fat. It’s not what Benben said. Boys burn bone oil when riding bicycles, but we girls burn urine because we don’t go to the toilet.
After finally arriving at a certain observation deck, I was really hungry (I only ate an apple on the way and I only ate half of the noodles for breakfast). I saw a compatriot selling barbecue, so I ordered a scone and drank some boiling water. It's too cold, just put it on the fire.
After asking, I found that the entrance to the tunnel I was thinking about was still more than 10 kilometers away. There is a small tunnel ahead, also a few kilometers away. While we were eating sesame seed cakes, I met my companion from the front who came back to pick up his left bag. Even though I had only ridden 2 kilometers, I was still shaking.
After finally reaching this lattice tunnel, I was really angry. There were no lights. I was so angry at the time. Fortunately, the total length was only over 500 meters.
I rode out fearfully, probably out of anger and fear, so I pointed my middle finger directly at the entrance of the cave, swore and posted on WeChat Moments 😝 I originally thought WeChat would block me, but everyone still saw it.
The next journey is about 10 kilometers, which is really unforgettable for me.
I don’t know if it’s because of bad condition or other high-reflection factors, but I can hardly ride. Plus it’s foggy, so I almost push half and ride half. After riding for a short time, I stopped. It looks like this, taken by a car friend.
The large and small vehicles going back and forth all had their double flashes on because the visibility was so low.
Then it started to rain again, and the screen of my phone was wet, so I didn't care about it.
The car driver and I who came back to pick up the bag were like brothers in distress. He kept pushing the car, and I was really exhausted. When encountering an obvious uphill slope, I would get down and push because I couldn't ride fast enough, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control the front of the car properly and would tuck myself under the wheels of the truck.
I have never looked at Baidu Maps so frequently. Why haven’t I arrived yet? This is the central question that occupies my brain. I felt a little confused at the end and wanted to push with my eyes closed. I was afraid that I was having a high reaction, so I reminded myself to be clear-headed and not to be blamed on Balang Mountain. I feel like I play too much.
I also met a fellow hitchhiker on the road. The driver stopped and asked me if I wanted a ride. I shook my head resolutely, thinking that if I took the bus now, wouldn't the sin ahead be in vain?
When I finally saw this sign (the tunnel entrance is just ahead, according to my fellow travelers in the group), I almost lost my senses.
The tunnel is 7,700 meters long, setting a new record. However, it is the most comfortable tunnel I have ever ridden. Of course, it has lights and is spacious, which is the second priority. The key is that it is all downhill. I shifted it to 2-9 gears and rode very fast. It took about 40 minutes to get it done.
I rested twice in the middle parking strip. At 5:11, my partner Wen and I exited the tunnel safely.
The downhill road is really more difficult as netizens said. The rain was getting heavier, the road was slippery, and it was downhill like Turn 72 on the Nu River. I held the brakes tightly and did not dare to let go. After all the hard work of climbing up without a ride, it would be ridiculous to have an accident while going downhill.
Our original destination was Dawei. As a result, halfway through, my traveling companion said that his pants were soaked through, and he felt that he had caught a cold, and he had to go to the nearest town of Siguniang Mountain to stay.
I saw that I was about the same. Although I didn’t catch a cold, such a downhill ride was too much of a test on my condition. Forget it, you can live nearby.
Therefore, we did not join the main force for the time being. Prepare to travel a bit more tomorrow.
After dinner, my friend went to a hospital 60 kilometers away for treatment. Fortunately, the doctor said he didn't have a fever and suggested not to think too much about it. However, it was hard to say that he was going to be a high-altitude student. The year before last, he had ridden from Shenzhen to Lhasa alone, and the whole journey went smoothly. However, today he felt so uncomfortable that he felt like he was collapsing.
Conclusion
When riding, the time becomes extremely long.
Normally, days come in chunks, and days and weeks fly by in a blur;
When riding, especially when climbing, the day is divided into segments, measured in segments and hours;
Then, each section is divided into several pieces, measured in kilometers and corresponding time;
Next, each piece will be divided into several strips, and I wish I could use 500 meters as the unit ;
Finally, if a weakling like me stares at the minutes, time turns into silk 😂
Putting these fragments of time, recording the corresponding ups and downs, sweetness, bitterness, spicyness and saltiness in the article, it is the taste of time.