AgainstTheWorld-MustSaveJane!
It's been a long time since Asher Fujimaru last rode a motorcycle. In her mind, the last time was probably Alter's black motorcycle.
She was always able to get used to vehicles very quickly. She still remembered when she was in junior high school, she asked a classmate to borrow an electric car to go to another street to buy soda.
The moment the pedal was pressed, the sound of wind passed through the helmet, and the forward momentum carried Asher Fujimaru's body together, as if it was turning into a sharp blade to cut through the air. This is a six-cylinder large-displacement heavy-duty motorcycle, with red and black paint, and the paint surface has been polished. Jason has modified it, so the configuration of the motorcycle is surprisingly good. The low roar from the engine is louder than thunder on the ground. Scary. As soon as Asher Fujimaru Fujimaru drove out of Miskatonic Street, she slowed down a little guiltily, fearing that the car's exhaust emissions would exceed the standard and that she would be stopped by the police on the way.
The advantage of driving a motorcycle is that she can squeeze out of the sea of cars with brake lights. Under the watch of a group of road rage drivers who lowered their windows and gave her friendly gestures, Asher Fujimaru successfully drove away from the final destination. Congested roads.
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