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BEIJING, 6 am. Meng Qiuyu cycles across the darkened city, still in a dream. The destination of his 20-kilometer journey is the Temple of Heaven in downtown Beijing. The dawn of every Saturday sees Meng and his fellow road cycling club members riding in from every corner of the sprawling metropolis. Occupied with their jobs during the week, they fervently spend the weekends pursuing their hobby. At the Temple of Heaven, they flood into the office of Old Yang, a former member of the national road cycling team. Yang’s rooms are piled high with cycling equipment. “The sport has developed very fast,” he says with a smile. “It’s challeng-
BEIJING, 6 am. Meng Qiuyu cycles across the darkened city, still in a dream. The destination of his 20-kilometer journey is the Temple of Heaven in downtown Beijing. The dawn of every Saturday sees Meng and his fellow road cycling club members riding Occupied with their jobs during the week, they fervently spend the weekends pursuing their hobby. At the Temple of Heaven, they flood into the office of Old Yang, a former member of the national road cycling team Yang’s rooms are piled high with cycling equipment. ”The sport has developed very fast, “ he says with a smile. ”It’s challeng-