Motorcycles were an important object in my childhood memories. Since I can remember, it has accompanied my childhood. So, I've always wanted to get a license by myself... .
I remember when I was seven or eight years old. It was my first time riding a motorcycle. It was my father who taught me on a school playground. That car was called "Honda 70". Now when I think about it, it should have been his second motorcycle. He placed me on the "huge" fuel tank at the front of the motorcycle. Then, push the bike hard with your feet to start it. Then I held the handlebars and he held my hand. The car began to start slowly and kept moving forward. Drive it in circles.
Motorcycles were the means of transportation that every man yearned for in that era. Just like the cars nowadays. However, it feels more ceremonious to ride a motorcycle. Especially in winter, it is necessary to wear a helmet, a military overcoat, a scarf, knee pads and finally gloves. At that time, I felt like my father was a knight about to set out on a mission.
Finally, wrap me up into a zongzi and stuff it in the back seat... ..
So, there is a certain flavor in my childhood memories. It's just the smell of gasoline from a motorcycle.
