The first time I rode my bike to Sanjiang Yishan Greenway, it was a night in early summer. At that time, I didn't know how long it was. At the first sight in life, the high-standard plastic road is wide and empty, pointing to the distance steadily at night. I rode freely into the distance, and the numbers on the code table kept breaking through. I leaned over the frame to feel the wind, trying to reduce the obstacles to breaking the wind. The trees on the roadside retreated behind me, leaving only the wind whistling in my ear.

Then the phone rang.

I stopped the car and leaned on the side of the road to answer my friend's phone.

The friend asked, "Where are you?"

I said wait for me to see mobile navigation.

Mobile navigation shows that it will clear up after two more steps and crossing a bridge.

The friend said, "Oh, Hedi Road, which I drive, can go to Baoji."

An unintentional introduction immediately reminded me of the establishment and preliminary investigation of a holiday cycling plan.

As the end of the road, Baoji is not very attractive to people who want to relax, but a little closer to Taibai Mountain, there are ropeways with green mountains and white clouds, hot springs and hotels with good conditions, and the motivation for vacation is sufficient immediately.

It has been nearly ten days since I rode the green road paved with red plastic on the station again. I have complete equipment and sufficient supplies.

There are two pots of *** 1.5L ice water on the frame, a 2L full water bag in the backpack, salt pills in the cycling suit pocket, four 15g energy glues and three Snickers on the side of the backpack. Before leaving, I ate two fluffy breads and added a sugar bag to the iced coffee to ensure that I could ride sweetly on the road.

The manual ranging of navigation the night before showed that this trip only needs 10 1 km. Starting from Xi 'an Lake, the starting point of this trip, according to the riding speed of 20 km/h every day, it only takes 5 hours, at most 6 hours, and you can push your bike smartly in the hotel lobby at the foot of Taibai Mountain.

But when I reached the starting point of the preset route, I realized my first arithmetic mistake. It's nearly12km from my home in the northern suburb to the greenway, and the time has come 10. Although it is cloudy, the temperature of 32 degrees fluctuates up and down, and the average heart rate of 140 has made me sweat. The water in the small kettle is also half drunk.

I took out my mobile phone and reported to my friend that I had reached the starting point and was ready to leave.

My friends immediately synchronized two messages to encourage me. First, another friend left today, riding a motorcycle to Chengdu, and then taking the Sichuan-Tibet Highway to Lhasa. Second, a social news from a neighboring province. A father and his 8-year-old son rode150km from Xiangyang, Hubei Province to spend their summer vacation at his grandfather's house in Nanyang, Henan Province. The child cried all the way but didn't give up.

My friend circled "I cried all the way but didn't give up" and asked me to concentrate on my study. I immediately got the message. Anyway, I walked alone, and tears would only flow from the frame and the road. Although the distance of 100 km is three times that of my previous maximum one-way trip, the road condition of the greenway is much better than that of the urban area, and I am unlikely to give up in tears in both objective and subjective dimensions.

So I left a selfie and a sentence "I'm going to Xianyang (direction)" in the group and got on the bus for a parade.

The greenway is still as empty as that night. There is never a person and a car within 500 meters before and after, and my output is stable. The average speed is about 24 yards, but during the day, the riverside scenery is more intimate, the greening is greener, the greenway is redder, and the Weihe River looms on the right hand side. I simply waved to the riders who rode from Xianyang occasionally. Everyone is riding out regardless of the summer suffering, and they all have the same commendable spirit.

According to the preset route, the first node to stop and rest is Xianyang No.2 Bridge. I chose Bridge 2 because it is the most striking landmark in my impression of an old Xianyang person who has been away from home for 12 years. Every child in Xianyang has been to this famous cable-stayed bridge because of his composition in primary school. Second, based on the recent administrative adjustment, I can only bet that it is still Xianyang jurisdiction, not Xixian New Area, and Xixian New Area has been placed in Xi 'an, otherwise people will still be there after riding out for half a morning.

This geopolitical prejudice supports me all the way forward. I dare not stop when I see the park, and I dare not step into the post station next to the greenway. When I see the road sign, I must look carefully. "This is Xi Ann? " .

Until noon 1 1:30, more than an hour later, I finally saw the familiar flat C-shaped bridge top on the other side of the road. I stopped at ease and made a circle of friends to announce that I had arrived in Xianyang and successfully crossed to another city.

After a nap, I continued on the road along the greenway and rode another 300 meters. Suddenly, I was surprised to see a huge arrangement on the roadside.

"Isian"

At that time, I was confused and lost when the Monkey King ran in the palm of Tathagata's hand for a long time. I'm also wondering if it's because a pepper treasure teacher who has been committed to the integration of western and salty for a long time fell into the boundary he laid on both sides of the Weihe River.

Look at the navigation. It's really in Fengxi.

I was a little scared, so I had to keep pedaling. I walked along the river, through the shade, through the flower beds, and through the construction site of Fengxi. It was too dry and quick-drying. I overtook the electric motorcycle and was overtaken by it again. I climbed the small slope lightly, and I sprinted on the flat road again. The power output was stable at 180, and I drank most of the water. I stopped to eat an energy gel and looked at the route and the remaining distance to Taibai Mountain. .

I rode the wrong way.

The Three Rivers and One Mountain Greenway runs down the Weihe River to the east of Shanglin Bridge, but it winds west with the wind river to the south, and the destination to the south is Qin Zhen.

Li Taibai said in Guanzhong for thousands of years that his martial arts were too white and he died 300 days ago. At the moment, I am facing Taibai, Qin Gui, straight line 100.

I had to turn around and ride back, strolling back to the Unity Bridge and pedaling for a few minutes. I saw Yue Yue Square in Xiyuan standing in front of me, and I couldn't bear to think whether it was still in Xixian. The square with iced coffee and hamburgers is now the promised land with milk and honey flowing. I pushed the car into the coffee shop, ordered an ice-cold full-fat milk latte and chocolate biscuits, and ordered a chicken leg burger, French fries, chicken legs and mashed potatoes next door. These calories. You can't go on until you are full, in case you ride wrong again in the afternoon.

After a hearty meal, I begged the coffee shop clerk to fill the used water bag with water. When the clerk saw that I was sweating when I came in, he kindly shoveled a big shovel of ice into my sleeping bag. This kindness reminds me of riding in the afternoon and feeling cold in my throat. This is when I met Bodhisattva in a chain coffee shop.

When I set out again, I dare not rely on my preference for scenery to navigate. I hung up the safety earphone of the same paragraph of the Tour de France, opened the map software on my mobile phone, honestly entered the destination, and gave all the direction command to the sweet female voice.

So I successfully returned to Weihe River Bank Road, but the scenery became monotonous, with few pedestrians and few drivers.

The Weihe River flows, and I ride on the riverbank to listen to the navigation command. Even the frequency of the speed bump has become the content of real-time research.

Navigation reminder "Go straight for 8 kilometers".

"Go straight ahead for 6 kilometers."

"There are two kilometers of straight roads ahead."

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When the total mileage reached 60 kilometers, I stopped to eat plastic water and smoke. An idea came to my mind. Why torture myself? I rode more than ten kilometers to Qujiang for barbecue two weeks ago, and called the freight girl on my way back. Today's 60 kilometers has broken my personal best one-way record. I want to send myself a small red flower, and then trade it for the rest of the mileage, and the cargo girl will pull me over.

Unfortunately, this idea was erased soon after I was born. I sat on the hot stone by the river and looked around. There are no landmarks except the fields left by Weihe River. Even if I call for freight, my poor sense of direction may only tell the master: "Yes, that's right, it's on the Weihe River, um, by the river."

After confirming that there is no possibility of asking for off-site assistance at this stage, I decided to continue on my way. Fortunately, the navigation immediately took me away from Hedi Road and joined the busy 3 19 county road. There are so many carts coming and going on the road that I'm already a little tired. I immediately perked up, rode on my shoulder at a low speed, did not dare to accelerate, and walked rashly.

The wild road of navigation software also appears on this road. Suddenly, a sweet female voice showed me a wild road through villages and fields. The bumpy road full of gravel makes me sigh that I should buy a gravel car. Riding this road should not be so bumpy, but the advantages of wild roads are also extremely obvious. Passing through the village means people, shops and even melon stalls. I turned to the village and bought four bottles of ice water to fill the kettle and stopped at the melon field. , and throw three questions with profound philosophical significance,

"From Ada?" "To Ada?" "Are you tired?"

I sat on my uncle's small bench and wiped my sweat to answer.

"Come from Xi 'an, you can also go to Taibei Mountain. "

There are only 50 or 60 kilometers left before departure, and the progress has been more than half. The price of giving up is high. We can only keep the speed at 20 yards and switch from one township road to another. Fortunately, the supply is sufficient. Although there is obvious pain in the lumbar spine, we can sit and ride standing for a while, and there are familiar village scenery along the way, so we can enjoy riding.

After riding for another half an hour, I suddenly stopped in front of a truck while sitting on the side of the road. The carriage is empty and the windows are closed. It seems that the air conditioner is on. I looked at the empty co-pilot with envy and took photos and sent them to my friends. I said, "Shaanxi is still a local evil. I just wanted to find a truck, and I got one. "

Before the picture was sent, the driver pulled open the door and went around to the front of the car, holding a cigarette in his hand and asking me, "Did you call a car?"

I was puzzled and asked my friends in the group, "What's the situation? The driver asked me if I called a car. I found it ironic. "

My friend was anxious to claim it. "Yes, I did, hahahahahaha."

Naturally, you can't take it seriously. I waved to the driver to deny it, and then apologized and said, "No, no,no."

The driver replied, "Oh, I don't think you have anything to pull here. Let's go. "

After losing the chance to ask for help again, I hit the road again. When I arrived in the suburb of Zhouzhi County, I suddenly remembered that I actually invited my nephew who had returned to Zhouzhi for a college holiday. Eva has nothing to do. She will accompany me to Taibai Mountain to bask in the sun. Now we have reached the Zhouzhi boundary, with 40 kilometers left, and we can ride it in two hours. I can leave my mobile phone, some salt pills and energy glue, throw my backpack to my nephew, let him go by car, and I will travel light.

We agreed to meet at an intersection in Furen Township. I rode a horse and sat at the crossroads to catch my breath and enjoy the cool. We took a taxi and took my backpack. Her wrist obviously sank. Wa said, "It's so heavy." On second thought, I found that the bag with only a few pieces of clothes, shoes and other sundries was so weighty that I could not help but pay more respect to myself and admire myself for being able to carry such a heavy burden.

Qingqi is really much easier. After reaching the familiar border, the sense of direction gradually recovered. Go all the way west and finally turn all the way south. Mount Zhongnan is quietly fixed in the distant fog. I also know that the destination is at the foot of the mountain in front of me, more than ten miles west. Once people have a premonition that the end is coming, their motivation will be restored. Although it is already seven o'clock sharp and the sky tends to be evening, I am still far away.

It wasn't until I passed by Bai Ya Town and saw the words "China Hamburg" on the poster of the roadside restaurant that I realized that I swallowed normal food in one gulp, six or seven hours ago. I stopped outside the restaurant, and now I am so eager for this traditional Guanzhong cuisine. Whether it's Bai Ji cake or Melaleuca cake, it's all fat and cooked, and it doesn't even have green peppers. The dogma of these fundamentalist Hamburg lovers in China doesn't matter now. I just want to eat steamed bread. Having steamed stuffed buns and meat is a calorie supplement to happiness. I immediately got off the bus, sat down in the shop, and asked for a Chinese hamburger and a can of ice cream, at the expense of 9 yuan. I couldn't wait for the hot steamed bread to cool down. I swallowed it against the cold mountain peak, burped to show that I was full for a while, got on the bus and continued to set off.

Just as the game always puts the most difficult boss battle at the end, the biggest challenge of this ride is after this meat sandwich. Because entering the foot of the mountain, the ups and downs of the road have become the norm. In front of the 500-meter-long slope, it seems that riding on the plain 100 km ahead is difficult, as if it were a younger brother. I kept shifting to the light gear. After climbing hundreds of meters continuously, I finally gave up my inefficient struggle and decided to push the cart uphill. The real-time speed has dropped to five or six yards.

It's getting darker and darker, and the lights are already on in the village beside the road. After riding for a long time, I finally had the idea of giving up formally, especially when I saw that the total mileage had passed 100, and I had a relatively complete merit in taking a taxi for the last ten kilometers. So I pulled my car over to the side of the road, ready to wave it to stop. I rented a private car, steamed stuffed bun or agricultural tricycle. As long as you can take me to the hotel at this time, it will be the most beautiful car in the world.

But it seems that the anti-cheating mechanism in the game controls everything. During the five minutes I waved in the twilight, less than ten motor vehicles and non-motor vehicles passed by, and all of them ignored me.

With a little regret, I can only pick up the car and continue to push it to the top of the slope. If there are two cameras following, one is responsible for shooting the sunset in the environment, taking me in the middle of the picture, and the other is aimed at my struggling expression like a camera. The gentle switching between the two cameras is an inspirational short film clip, but it must be silent, because it is also in this paragraph that I swear the most, and there is no clear target. It is the Guanzhong man who knows that kind of emotion.

Just like the plot that the cool value will soar after the boss war in the game, after the cart went up several steep slopes, I ushered in an exciting continuous downhill that made the brake pads hot. I leaned down and held the brake tightly, took out my last high attention and stared at the fork in the road to prevent someone from leaving. I slid all the way to the road only 2 kilometers away from the destination hotel, then pushed the cart up a small slope, and then descended at a speed of 30 per hour, and I stopped straight in front of the hotel.

Look at the mileage, it's already 127 km, nearly 9 hours.

Obviously, I used the map of 10 1 km the night before, and there were some errors.