But let's not get ahead of the story.

The idea Tuesday was to party like it was 1969. You might remember pictures from Peking back then.

To relive the good old days, the solution seemed obvious. Commute from the Olympic media center to downtown on a bike. Twelve miles, door to Gate of Heavenly Purity affordable China tours.

My bicycle cost $40. One speed, and no foot brakes, but they threw in a bell.

Mile 1 — Olympic flame burning on the left. And on the right — whoooosh — a guy blows past on a mini electrical scooter.

First impression: Many drivers consider red lights optional.

Mile 2 — Take the bridge over the 4th Ring Road. You know you're in a city used to bicycles when there is a cement border on stairs to roll your wheels. An older guy in a white undershirt happens by, looks at the bicycle, mutters a couple things and laughs. I don't think he's impressed.

Mile 3 — A three-wheeler goes by with a smiley face sticker on the back. Another corner, an older guy and probable veteran pedaler comes up and gets out his question in broken English. "What ... are ... you ... doing?"

If only we knew.

Mile 4 — Back streets of Beijing top 10 China tours. A woman is outside doing her laundry. Next to her, another woman has a mirror up on the outside wall. She is cutting people's hair. And near the barber's chair is a small stand with tires and chains and doo-dads with a sign in Chinese: "Fix Bikes."

How's business, I ask the repairman, now that Beijing has gone ga-ga over the motor car? "So-so." He fixes one of our brakes for 35 cents. As he does, 22 neighbors gather round to watch.

Mile 5 — Nobody said anything about guards at street corners holding a red, yellow and green flag. They tell pedestrians and bicyclists when to cross. Except I don't notice and run my first stop flag. The lady acts like I rolled across her foot.

Mile 7 — Downtown. There are two KFCs within two blocks. A place advertising foot massages. A 7-Eleven. An older woman on a bicycle wearing a shirt with the message, "I love Los Angeles."

The bicycles are four across on the narrow lane. I bump one, nearly hit a half dozen more. It's gridlock on the Jiaodaokou Nandajie popular China tour package.

Mile 8 — On the left, St. Joseph's Catholic Church. A sign on the curb out front in English and Chinese: "No loitering. No spitting."

In the church courtyard, six women are doing a dance that includes something that looks like a paddle, each balancing a small ball. The Beijing answer to a bridge club. A man asks about my All-Star Game T-shirt and I tell him I got it at Yankee Stadium. He scoffs, "You're pulling my leg."

The old and new: Across the street from a church built in 1655 is a giant statue ... of Yao Ming.

Mile 9 — Donghuamen Night Market on the right. Too bad this is morning. Otherwise we could stop for fried silk worm, sweet fungus, stir-fried pig liver, sea horse, scorpion, or the always-popular sheep penis.

Mile 10 — A wide, teeming street with Tiananmen Square travel to China on the left and the Forbidden City on the right, and enough buses to transport half the Chinese army jostling for space with us. I back off, because if there is one thing 10 miles have taught me is that they haven't gotten the memo here yet about pedestrians and bicycles getting the right of way.

The commute goes just over two and a half hours. Time to rejoin 2008. We take a van back to the press center.