About the Club
A road-cycling club in Munich — born from the Chinese cycling community, welcoming cycling enthusiasts from all over the world. We ride across Bavaria and the Alps, and give our members somewhere to train, meet and grow.
Join us穿·越·无疆
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Across · Paths · Mountains · Borders
Our Garage
A bike tells you what its rider loves — how far, how early, how fast. So here, we let the frames introduce themselves first.
Join Us
Wherever we ride, that is home.
New to Munich, looking for people to ride with, or just want to try one group ride first? Come and meet us on the next one.
Across paths
Two travellers stop, tilt their carriage covers together, and part as old friends.
You set out alone. Somewhere on the road another rider falls in beside you, and once you are on the same line the wind drops and the talking starts — gear ratios, then gradients, then what to eat afterwards. Two thousand years ago travellers met the same way: they stopped their carriages, tilted the covers together, and talked. The carriages are gone. But ride close enough at dusk and the two shadows still overlap on the tarmac.
Across mountains
Over the mountains, across the ridges.
Head south from Munich and on a clear day the Alps are already in view. On the climb the talking stops and there is only breathing, one breath at a time. Nobody can do the climbing for anyone else — and nobody gets left behind either. At the top you wait until everyone is up, the wind dries the sweat, and the road you just rode folds itself into thin lines below you. Four characters, quick to write. You only learn what they weigh once you have tasted the salt.
Across borders
Though we are at the ends of the earth, we are neighbours.
Most of us came from nine thousand kilometres away. The wind blew us onto Bavarian back roads scattered with German signposts, and a group that spoke Chinese slowly filled up with other languages. Someone points at a pothole, waves a hand, and that is enough — no words needed to ride as one. Wang Bo wrote his line to console a friend at parting. We ride it as an ordinary Tuesday. Wherever we get to, that is home.
