Was running along just dandy, passing Hui villages with caves dug into the hills and more camels, and noticed that there was no key in the iginition. No extra key, and no hope of finding it on that rugged road I was traveling, and miles from civilization. So I just kept going. Guessed I could hotwire it. Figured, too, I'd see one of those key guys at the next decent sized down.
Chinese locks are crap and there's plenty of work for locksmiths.
They have little tables set up, normally next to the cold noodle stand or the fruit sellers, with metal wires on a rack full of keys. The guy I stopped at looked at his collection, took one off, put it in the iginition, turned it, and it started. We had quite a laugh and he got his 5 yuan and a San Francisco keyring to boot. They even let me take their picture. The mechanic corrected my electrical problems between several torrential downpours.