Going native, in style.

Well, thanks to some past Tianjin church members who were kind enough to leave this bad boy in town, we are now able to travel a lot easier with our sweet luxurious ride. Now I don't think you can find this kind of machinery in the states: it's half hog, half bicycle, and the best part is that it runs off electric power! (Who said we never did anything for the environment?!) It's actually quite convenient; if you are running low on power, you can pedal to recharge the battery automatically. I drive while Tiff sits on the throne with the kids.


We call it our 快车 (pronounced kwai-chuh)，which is the same term used for the high speed bullet train that gets us to Beijing in just over an hour. I would say there is probably just one difference between our bike and the train: after an hour ride, our 快车 only gets us to church. Oh, one more--it's freakin' cold riding this hog in this season. So two-wheelers, BEWARE! The 老外快车is back on the road and ready for some sweet action.


(No Mom Larsen, we aren't fighting off SARS or getting out of surgery, the masks actually serve a face-warming function.)