So many people!
That was the first impression John and Hank had when they arrived at the entrance of the reopened motorcycle shop.
At this time, the motorcycle shop was filled with people inside and outside. There were so many people that they almost blocked the entire street. This made the two high school students very curious. Could it be that there was someone in the shop performing a rock breaking performance with their chest?
When the two of them finally squeezed into the shop, he finally understood why there were so many people gathered in front of the shop. It was because the motorcycles in the shop were no longer small, shriveled, and extremely ugly. Instead, they were heavy motorcycles that were cold and domineering. They were made of metal from head to toe, and had a warning written all over them. It was as if they were going to open fire at any moment. They were like war machines.
"Cool! This is really too cool! " John and Hank were two motorcycle enthusiasts. When they saw the domineering heavy motorcycles in the shop, they couldn't move on the spot. Hank's legs even turned to jelly.
Especially when they saw the eight neatly arranged exhaust pipes behind the motorcycles, the huge metal engine that was full of steampunk style, and the two wheels that were completely wrapped in metal. Other than the rubber at the bottom, nothing else could be seen.
The most eye-catching part was the two armrests that were taller than a person's head.
The two of them felt their legs turn to jelly.
It was as if they had seen a peerless beauty and couldn't wait to ride her.
"These motorcycles seem to be cooler than Harley's motorcycles!" John couldn't help but say. This was true. None of the motorcycles under Harley were as domineering as this one. After all, Harley's motorcycles had to consider mechanical issues and were limited in terms of exterior design.
But these motorcycles were just empty frames anyway. There was nothing to consider as long as they were cool.
"So this shop didn't reopen, but switched to selling real heavy motorcycles. I just don't know where these heavy motorcycles came from. They're so cool!" John muttered in his heart. Then, he looked at the huge poster hanging at the entrance of the shop. He found that it still had the signboard of eco-friendly motorcycles, but the name had changed to "United States Captain's Heavy Duty Eco-Friendly Motorcycles".
Needless to say, the blue and red paint of these motorcycles did look similar to the style of the United States Captain's motorcycles.
"These are eco-friendly motorcycles?" Hardedef mumbled. They were familiar with the so-called eco-friendly motorcycles. Could it be that this thing in front of them was also something that looked strong on the outside but was actually weak on the inside?
At the thought of this, John and Hank immediately squeezed into the shop. Today, they had to find out whether the heavy-duty motorcycle was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, or was it really that cool.
Fortunately, although there were many onlookers outside, most of them were just looking and leaving after praising the motorcycle. There weren't many who actually entered the shop to inquire. After all, in the United States, the price of a heavy-duty motorcycle was even more expensive than a Cadillac. There was no cost-performance ratio at all. Other than those die-hard motorcycle enthusiasts, no one was really interested in buying a heavy-duty motorcycle.
Therefore, when John and Hank entered the store, a salesperson welcomed them and introduced them with a smile.
"What's the fastest speed of your motorcycle?" John asked immediately. Because he had experienced the speed of the eco-friendly motorcycle before, John was very skeptical about this heavy-duty motorcycle with a cool appearance.
"Under normal circumstances, the maximum speed of our heavy-duty eco-friendly motorcycle is limited to 120 kilometers per hour!" the salesperson said.
"It's actually 120 kilometers per hour … But it's still too slow!" John exclaimed. After all, they had experienced the previous eco-friendly motorcycle whose maximum speed was only 30 kilometers per hour. Now, the speed had increased by four times, reaching 120 kilometers per hour. It was almost the same speed as a car. It was already a huge improvement.
However, on second thought, the heavy-duty motorcycle in front of them was famous for its speed. It should at least have a speed of 200 kilometers per hour. In the end, this heavy-duty motorcycle with a cool appearance only had a maximum speed of 120 kilometers per hour. It was indeed strong on the outside but weak on the inside!
John felt a little regretful in his heart. In fact, the appearance of this heavy-duty motorcycle had already fascinated John. Unfortunately, the speed was really not in line with the speed that a heavy-duty motorcycle should have. Buying it back was just for show. It was not worth it.
But this was really too cool!
John began to feel conflicted in his heart. On the other hand, Hank keenly noticed the problem in the salesperson's words and asked curiously, "It's limited to 120 kilometers per hour? What's going on? Could it be that your speed is even higher? "
"Yes, in terms of speed, we do have a limit!" The salesperson readily admitted. "For the safety of Knight, under normal circumstances, our Captain America's maximum speed is limited to 120 kilometers per hour. This is to ensure everyone's safety."
"But if the traffic conditions are good, then we can try to activate our racing mode!" The salesperson pointed to the side of Captain America's handle. There was a button in the shape of Captain America's vibranium shield in the comics.
"Can we activate the racing mode by pressing this button?" John asked naturally.
"No, this needs to be rotated first, then pulled out!" The salesperson rotated the shield left and right, then pulled it out with all his might. The shield was pulled out directly.
Then the salesperson inserted the shield into the handle of the motorcycle, and the whole shield was directly fixed on the handle. It was as if the rider was holding a shield in his hand.
"That's so cool!" John was over the moon when he saw the cool maneuver.
"This is our racing mode!" The salesperson said. "In racing mode, our United States Captain America's maximum speed can be increased from 120 kilometers per hour to 360 kilometers per hour!"
"But this mode is already very dangerous. We don't recommend Knight to activate this mode or the next mode!" the salesperson said again.
"Yes!" Hardedef answered vaguely, his eyes full of light.
The maximum speed of this motorcycle could reach 360 kilometers per hour, which was already the same as the most powerful Harley-Davidson motorcycles. In the ranks of heavy motorcycles, it was definitely the leading role. Unexpectedly, the United States Captain America's motorcycle could have such amazing speed. With such a cool appearance, it was completely at the level of a first-rate heavy motorcycle. It was a pity that John had never heard of the brand BYD. Otherwise, it would be perfect!
"Wait, you said there's a next mode!" John suddenly recalled the salesperson's words and raised his head in surprise.
It was already at 360 kilometers per hour. What other mode could there be?
"This is our Ultimate Avenger Mode!" The salesperson took a deep breath, then walked to the other side of the motorcycle, took out the shield on the inside, and inserted it on the handle of the motorcycle on the same side. Now, there was a United States Captain America's shield on both sides of the motorcycle.
"In this mode, our maximum speed can be increased to 480 kilometers per hour. But we don't recommend users to activate this mode, because this is the Death Mode, the mode we prepared for professional racers on the track! "
"Enough, I'm buying this motorcycle!" Hearing that there was a speed of 480 kilometers per hour, John was excited. He was not a man if he didn't buy it.
Of course, whether he had the money or not was another matter.
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