Masaki, who got out of the car, saw the figure belonging to Vivian in front of him, put on sunglasses, locked the car door and walked over.

Vivian's group of people were at the door of a mechanic shop on the side of the road, laughing loudly, and it could be seen that the shop was also engaged in motorcycle trading and repair, and the owner was a rather strong man in his forties, wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and standard motorcycle uniforms, and was skillfully carrying a heavy motorcycle, and it could be seen that he was also an experienced old motorcyclist.

Perhaps because of the sky, when Masaki walked to their side, they didn't notice that at the moment their attention was on a red large-displacement motorcycle in front of them, which gave people a rather violent kind of discussion, and Vivien, who was sitting on it with an excited face, touched left and right.

The political discipline is clear, this is the motorcycle that Vivien bought.

Vivian gently rotated the throttle, only to hear a roar from the red locomotive exhaust hole, as if she couldn't wait to launch it, the body shook slightly, driving the emotions of the people around, arousing a cheer and screams, the air was filled with the unique fragrance of gasoline after full combustion, diffused into people's noses, making everyone involuntarily take a breath, excited and ruddy.

Zhengji has to admit that compared with the limited motorcycle in China, motorcycles are indeed an indispensable tool in the United States, highlighting the charm of men and the passion of life, and the roar and smell of gasoline can also arouse people's hormones, even if he is a slight light-up of his eyes.

"Vivian, your Harley is so handsome! The V-twin engine is amazing!" said a young man about Vivian's age, looking enviously at the locomotive under her crotch.

"As soon as the car arrives at the shop, I'll let Jeno and them inform you, let's drive it and try it, if it's not agreeable," Uncle Uncle, the owner of the motorcycle shop, who seemed to be quite familiar with Vivien, said with a smile as he helped Vivian with the suspension and details.

"Well, thank you Uncle Viking!" Vivien couldn't wait, twisted the accelerator and drove forward slowly, the Viking boss is a good person, when she first came here, Viking took care of her like a big uncle, and even used her own locomotive to teach her how to drive, how to carry out basic maintenance, it can be said that Viking is half of her locomotive teacher.

"We're going to Uncle Viking, too!" said Jeno, who also stepped into his locomotive, and while saying goodbye to Viking, he started the locomotive and followed behind Vivien.

"Be safe on the road and remember to take care of Vivien, she's a newbie," Viking said with a greasy hand waving at them.

Several people drove into the night, accompanied by Viking's words.

As soon as Viking turned around, he saw Masaki wearing sunglasses, and a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes, although Masaki was wearing sunglasses, he could still recognize Masaki as Asian.

"Who are you?" to the stranger, Viking apparently reverted to the calm and serious appearance of the old cowboy.

Masaki glanced at Vivian's back, looked at Viking, his expression didn't change much, from listening to their conversation just now, he could feel that this locomotive shop owner named Viking didn't seem to be a bad person, and he didn't have any malice towards Vivian, on the contrary, he cared about Vivian, and when he noticed this, Masaki naturally wouldn't be hostile to the middle-aged man in front of him.

"I'm a friend of Vivien and a student of his father," Masaki said truthfully in the face of Viking, who was not prepared to hide his identity.

"Vivian's father's student, Mr. Pollini?" Obviously, Vivian's father, Polini Viking, also knew, and when he heard Masaki say this, the vigilance in his eyes relaxed a little, and he looked at Masaki in some surprise, and he didn't understand his intentions.

Masaki saw his doubts, and told Vivien a little bit about the conflict between Vivien and her father at home, and he did not hide these either, because he believed that Vikings, who were forty or fifty years old, must have become parents and could understand Pollini's difficulties.

"I see, Mr. Polini is worried about Vivien's safety, I can understand that, so let you take care of it", Viking nodded as she listened to Masaki's general explanation, a flash of understanding flashed in her eyes.

"Well, Vivien is only a high school student after all, a girl rides a motorcycle in the wilderness, I believe Mr. Viking, you can understand her father's concerns", Masaki nodded.

"Regarding safety, I think Mr. Pollini may be filtered, others I don't know, Jerry is a good guy, they will protect Vivien, and I don't fully agree with Mr. Pollini's concept, everyone has the right to pursue their own hobbies and interests, even if he is a music master, he can't force Vivien to like the piano", Viking also said his thoughts.

"This, I don't deny, but as a parent, you will always worry about your children, this is no way", Masaki nodded, he admitted that Viking's words made sense, but everything has two sides, in China, there is a sentence to describe the safety of locomotives, driving is iron-clad meat, motorcycles are meat-clad iron, once there is any accident, there will be very serious consequences.

Viking looked at the political discipline in front of him, frowned slightly, picked up the wrench on the ground, and thought for a while: "I can't force Vivian, I can only let her try her best to pay attention to safety, and teach her some riding methods that can protect herself, I have no right to interfere in this matter."

Masaki nodded, he was not ready to rely on a motorcycle shop owner to convince Vivian, in fact, even if it was himself, he did not have the confidence and motivation to convince Vivian, because he respected everyone's own hobbies and ideas, and even in his heart, he still had a little support for Vivian, after all, it was a beautiful thing to pursue what he liked.

Glancing at the furnishings in the store, Masaki's eyes focused on a black chic and avant-garde locomotive in the center of the locomotive shop, he walked over, row upon row of seats, felt its thick and stable body structure, Viking who put a wrench, and looked at Masaki standing next to the locomotive at this moment, a little strange what else he was going to do?

Masaki sat on the seat of the locomotive with his legs crossed, the black locomotive suddenly sank, and the shock absorbing spring obviously sank for a distance, and even emitted a trace of overwhelmed "*".

When Viking saw this scene, he couldn't help but take a light breath, you know, this is a classic Dodge motorcycle! Even if it is a sturdy man of more than 200 pounds, there will be no reluctance to sit on it! But Masaki, a young man who does not seem to be strong, has such a movement when he sits on it, how many pounds does he weigh? Could it be that he is beaten with iron?

Masaki obviously felt this too, a little helpless, his weight has soared a little recently, which he has also discovered, but such a change, he can't see much on the outside, and even his body hasn't changed much!

Some time ago, he had measured his weight, 130 kilograms! This value once made him wonder if the measurement was inaccurate.

"How much does this car cost?" Masaki asked as he glanced at the time, it had been nearly ten minutes since Vivien and they left.

"A limited-edition Dodge Classic, $800,000," Viking replied subconsciously, recovering from her surprise.

"I bought the password!" Masaki nodded, took out an American bank card from his pocket, and with a slight twist, the bank card accurately "floated" into Viking's hand.

Viking was a little overwhelmed with the bank card in his hand, looking at Masaki who was trying to operate the Dodge locomotive over there, and felt a fog, I don't know why, he was well-informed, and he couldn't see through the man with the Asian face in front of him at all.

Five minutes later, in the night, a black domineering Dodge Tomahawk motorcycle drove out of the locomotive shop with a roar, swinging its tail and heading towards the front of the intercontinental highway, getting faster and faster.

"Strange Asians, but they're really rich!" Viking stood at the door of the mechanic shop, looking at the tail lights of the locomotive that gradually disappeared from sight, and said with emotion, his bank account has 800,000 US dollars more at the moment!

The evening breeze of the night blew on the cheeks of Masaki, wearing a helmet, feeling the smell of the sea breeze on the west coast of the Pacific Ocean, the high-horsepower Dodge Tomahawk, hoarse "roaring" under his crotch, and the huge power Even if it carried more than 200 catties of Masaki's body, it was still galloping.

The night sky, the sea breeze, a lonely locomotive, the roar of the engine spread far and wide on the intercontinental highway, Masaki felt this free and easy atmosphere, and couldn't help but sigh, no wonder some people like motorcycles, no wonder many Americans have a motorcycle relationship, this kind of riding a motorcycle freely and freely and the most direct contact with nature feeling, is a feeling that cars and other means of transportation can not give.

Thanks to his keen insight, Masaki's speed is very fast, basically to a speed of two hundred kilometers per hour, only a black shadow can be seen flashing on the dark highway, and even as soon as he hears the voice, he has lost Masaki's figure, and he is not doing nothing purely to pursue excitement.

Soon, Masaki saw the person he wanted to see, a few hundred meters ahead, belonging to Vivian's convoy, a dozen motorcycles, illuminating the intercontinental highway as if it were daytime, the red Harley belonging to Vivien was particularly conspicuous in it, and Masaki, who had a keen sense of hearing, could even hear her laughter.