I want to talk about the first bike of mine, it's a cup honda 50. Easy to understand why this is 50cc vehicles because then I drove it in Grade 10. I do not need a paper driving licenses and feel comfortable in traffic, because the police would never stopped me. each key passing traffic police, I always feel excited and confident not like people running large motorcycles. like me now, always seeking to evade the police even though I have full personal documents, but I'm afraid they find out anything silly errors to fine me. That's why I want to talk first about my Cup car.
the second reason that impressed me when I think about that car is memories of Level 3, which is the day I go to school from morning to night new arrive home late. Unlike some friends in the neighborhood, I chose a school quite far from home, as long as 10km. So, every day I used to go home alone at 9 pm when the power is turned off the road and to go alone through a deserted road. each time going on as per afraid, afraid because it's dark and I'm always feeling that someone was behind me, so, I often run faster car at full speed to the fastest home. That is why I repeatedly vehicles operate at full capacity by the middle of the street stalls and took me to the home. when parents ask why the car damaged, I just do not know that answer does not say in its running too fast, I fear that her daughter la for reckless driving. I would not dare to speak because I am afraid that runs fast, so parents should not worry, because their parents go to work every day was hard then, they need to stay healthy to bed early. once I run the bike on the evening it rained, I was someone running after, they ran up my cross, I was terrified take the wheel and fell, they ran up before me a piece and then stop to look I like waiting for me to run up, frightened, I ran into a nearby grocery shop and asked to call home, I called but nobody started the machine, but fortunately the bartender kindly cried take me home safety.
that's why every time I think about the car I recalled memories of her in grade 3, the evening alone driving on dark nha.moi as an adventure with car cup poor . though now, I've got a new car and I am very sorry that my father had sold the car already, nevertheless hope it makes good memories for the new owner, that person probably will not break the car as i.
has many years have passed, my father had to sell the car to someone else when I go to college, and now I have a new car, but I always regretted that no longer hold any more cars, car cup crime I- a career break away.
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