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我天生和摩托车有缘,这么说当然是有根据的。当我还在牙牙学语的时候,就被邻居家的大摩托给迷住了(型号不大清楚,只记得是一部绿色的二轮怪物,现在想来应该是幸福250吧)。老爸说:当我哭闹不休怎么哄都无济于事时,只要把我往那摩托上一放,马上就乐得合不拢嘴了,比摇篮管用多了。邻居搬家那天,我还大哭了一场,当然不是和邻居感情深厚的缘故。 17岁那年,我终于有机会跨上那令人心醉的铁家伙。那是一辆早期的南方125,骑在车上,自豪的感觉真是无以言表。急火火地听完讲解,就迫不急待的“开路伊玛斯”了,骑了一圈下来,我已经认定今生的
I am born and motorcycle affinity, of course, is based on. When I was still babbling, it was fascinated by the neighbors big motorcycle (model is not clear, just remember is a green two monster, now think it should be happy 250 bar). Dad said: when I cry endless how to coax are useless, just put me to the motorcycle on a release, immediately happy to ear off, more than cradles. On the day my neighbor moved, I cried a lot, certainly not because of my deep feelings with my neighbors. At the age of 17, I finally got the chance to cross that enchanting iron guy. It was an early southern 125, riding in the car, proud feeling really beyond words. Emergency fire to listen to explain, the urgent need of “open Yima Si”, riding a circle down, I have identified this life