Expressways of China - Historical Development of Expressway Length in Mainland China

Historical Development of Expressway Length in Mainland China
Year Distance (KM)
01-01-1988 0
01-01-1989 147 km (91 mi)
01-01-1990 271 km (168 mi)
01-01-1991 522 km (324 mi)
01-01-1992 574 km (357 mi)
01-01-1993 652 km (405 mi)
01-01-1994 1,145 km (711 mi)
01-01-1995 1,603 km (996 mi)
01-01-1996 2,141 km (1,330 mi)
01-01-1997 3,422 km (2,126 mi)
01-01-1998 4,771 km (2,965 mi)
01-01-1999 8,733 km (5,426 mi)
01-01-2000 11,605 km (7,211 mi)
01-01-2001 16,314 km (10,137 mi)
01-01-2002 19,453 km (12,088 mi)
01-01-2003 25,200 km (15,700 mi)
01-01-2004 29,800 km (18,500 mi)
01-01-2005 34,300 km (21,300 mi)
01-01-2006 41,005 km (25,479 mi)
01-01-2007 45,339 km (28,172 mi)
01-01-2008 53,913 km (33,500 mi)
01-01-2009 60,436 km (37,553 mi)
01-01-2010 65,055 km (40,423 mi)
01-01-2011 74,113 km (46,052 mi)
01-01-2012 84,946 km (52,783 mi)

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