我骑了七、八年的摩托车,前后换了4辆车。来来去去,都骑怕了,不是怕死,而是对她们那质量怀有一种深深的恐惧感:怕熄火在街上招人白眼;怕熄火在远离人烟,叫天天不应且又恐招歹人打劫的小径上。除了对其中的一辆“幸福XF125”略有好感外,其他的都是骑了一两年后忍痛低价转让给人,再也不能忍受那兴高采烈飞出去,满脸惊恐、无奈地推车回家的场面了。 I ride a motorcycle for seven or eight years, before and after 4 cars. Come and go, are afraid to ride, not afraid of death, but the quality of their pregnant with a deep sense of fear: fear of turning a blind eye in the street; afraid to turn off the heat away from people, called every day and should not Fear of evil on the path of robbery. In addition to one of the “happy XF125” a slight favor, the rest are riding a year or two after reluctantly transferred to low reluctantly, can no longer afford to fly that elated, face frightened, helpless cart back The scene of the family.