At the most critical moment, Li Du felt his face burning uncomfortably — not because of the adrenaline rush to his face, but because the exhaust from the car in front of him was directly on his face!
The distance was so close!
Although he was panicking, his mind was calm. Li Du tried hard to press down on the accelerator and shouted in his heart, "Slow down time."
The bug sensed his need, and the speeding motorcycle suddenly slowed down a little.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Du quickly stepped on the accelerator and the engine sped up. Then he turned off the accelerator and squeezed the clutch. His right foot quickened the gear, and finally, he gritted his teeth —
The front of the motorcycle tilted outward and then adjusted. The huge and heavy motorcycle at this moment turned into a small antelope. It accelerated sideways and returned to the original route, as if it was drifting!
Just like that, he managed to get back a little, and the motorcycle reappeared in front of him.
The owner of the motorcycle who had wanted to cut off his car was shocked. At this speed, the Harley's drift was like a teleportation. The owner only felt a strong wind around him, and then a motorcycle appeared in front of him.
However, the owner was also an experienced motorcycle driver. In this situation, he calmly squeezed the clutch and changed gears, reducing the speed of the motorcycle.
Li Du's motorcycle also gradually slowed down, and when it reached a safe speed, he quickly stepped on the brakes.
The reason why he didn't step on the brakes was that Stephen had told him not to step on the brakes when the speed of this kind of motorcycle reached 150 miles per hour. Even with the ABS anti-lock system adjustment, it was still easy for the motorcycle to slip.
The big motorcycle's tires left a thick black mark on the rough road. The motorcycle stopped, and Li Du took off his helmet and took a deep breath.
This was the side effect of using the "Slow Down Time" skill. He temporarily lost his strength, and needed to take deep breaths to restore his strength.
The other motorcycle also stopped. The driver took off his helmet, revealing a head of short blond hair. He whistled at Li Du and said, "Cool, buddy!"
The driver of the motorcycle behind was also very young, in his twenties, with a face full of acne.
He had just been forced to stop by Li Du, but did not feel embarrassed. He ran over and shouted, "Hey buddy, which highway are you the king of? That's amazing, how did you rush at me just now? "
Li Du took deep breaths, and when he recovered his strength, he pressed the driver down on the motorcycle and shouted, "F * ck you! Do you want to die?! Do you want to die?! "
Zit Pimple raised his hand and said, "Hey, hey, relax, boss. I mean no harm. You're driving a Highway Drift, and a modified one at that. You should allow others to cut your car!"
Behind them, Hans and the others arrived in the pickup truck and asked them what had happened.
The handsome blonde guy excitedly took out his mobile phone and showed them a short video. In the video, Harley completed a perfect drift on the road.
"Sh * t sh * t sh * t! No wonder this car was called the Great Dao Drift! It's practically made for drifting! "Hannah exclaimed.
Hans looked at Li Du in surprise. "Buddy, I don't understand you anymore."
Stephen, on the other hand, was a little unhappy. "Hey, Li, you're obviously an expert motorcyclist. Why did you pretend to not know how to drive just now?"
Li Du still had a lingering fear. He shouted, "I'm not a master! It was all thanks to the blessings of God and Buddha! I don't even know how I did it. They're trying to kill me! "
"Driving a modified Harley on the road means racing," Stephen explained.
Li Du threw the car keys to Hans. "You're right, Big Fox. If you want to live longer, then stay away from motorcycles! Hurry up and sell it. It's a disaster to keep it around! "
"You guys want to sell this car?" The handsome blonde guy asked in surprise. "You're not just saying that out of anger, are you?"
Hans rubbed his chin. "If the price is reasonable, maybe we'll sell it. Oh, buddy, how do I address you? You look unfamiliar. "
"He's not from Flagstaff, buddy," Stephen said.
There were only so many motorcyclists in Flagstaff. Their circle was small, and they all knew each other.
"My name is Rooney Yax, from Phoenix. My buddy and I rode here to find some friends. Nice to meet you." The blonde guy shook hands with them.
"Hello, Rooney. My name is Hans Fox. My friends call me Big Fox. I wanted to ask if any of your friends want a good motorcycle? This is the one. I think you know how good it is. You took a picture of it just now, "Hans said in a charming tone.
"Your bike was in front of mine. How did you take a picture?"
Rooney laughed. "There are cameras on both the front and back of my motorcycle. Isn't that common? As for this bike, I think I can find a buyer for you, but you have to tell me the details of this bike. "
There was nothing to hide. Storage treasure hunting was a very formal industry. One of the requirements was that the customer had to be informed of the exact details of the goods before selling.
Knowing that they had found the bike in storage, Rooney exclaimed, "You guys are really lucky. God is behind you. Alright, since there's no problem with where it came from, it deserves a good owner."
He made a phone call and said that someone would come to take a look at the bike in two hours.
These two hours became a good opportunity for Hannah and Stephen to experience the Harley's charm. An ordinary American girl like Hannah would have a hard time coming across a heavy-duty motorcycle that cost more than 20,000 dollars.
Rooney's estimation was accurate. Two hours later, two more Harley motorcycles roared toward them. They were both big Harley motorcycles, and they circled them with a thick black tail flame.
Li Du shook his head. "These pretentious peddlers will die on the road sooner or later."
Hans laughed. "But before they die, we have to make some money from them."
There were a total of four people on the two motorcycles. Rooney introduced them to a bald, burly man. He was the buyer, and his nickname was Cylinder Head Boss.
The cylinder head was a part of the engine. It was usually installed on top of the cylinder block, and it sealed the cylinder from the top and formed the combustion chamber.
The cylinder head was often in contact with high-temperature and high-pressure gas, so it had to bear a lot of heat and mechanical load. It had high technical requirements, and was the most precious part of an engine.
After looking at the exterior of the motorcycle and listening to the engine, Cylinder Head Boss nodded. "This is a good bike. How much does it cost?"
"Fifteen thousand dollars," Hans said, crossing his arms.
Cylinder Head Boss said, "Rooster, give them the money."
Hans, who was ready to bargain, was speechless.
This deal was different from the massage chair. Without any unnecessary words, someone took out a stack of dollars from his leather jacket and threw it at them.
Green, shiny cash!
When Hans went over to Li Du to count the money, he whispered, "Did I ask for too little?"
Li Du said, "It's not too much, right? Forget it, don't be greedy. I don't think these people are easy to deal with. "
Fifteen thousand dollars. According to the forty-sixty rule, he would get nine thousand dollars. Including the money from the last time, he was now a household of ten thousand dollars.
The one hundred and fifty bills were real. After verifying it, Hans took out ten of them and respectfully invited Cylinder Head Boss and the others to have a drink.
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