Chapter 79 - Past has vanished like smoke (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

A bus driver?

I feel funny to see her eyes are almost falling off.

After all, she’s a little girl. After all, she’s still too young.

People of her age may not know, but in the past few years, mention about the city’s famous No. 13 bus, whoever are talking about, they must have their thumbs raised and say: “FXXX, crazy!”

Basically, the drivers of No. 13 buses could almost represent the highest racing level of the city.

Have you ever seen a huge and corpulence bus rushing at the speed of a train and leaving taxis behind on a city road?

Have you ever seen an old-fashioned double-trailer diesel bus overtaking in curve with a “drift” action on the road?

Have you ever seen a bus’s tyres burst into flames because of its speed?

If you are not this city’s person, you would not know that the bus starts with the feeling of pushing back.

The No. 13 buses in the past few years were really awesome! There were several famous legend stories at that time. For example, someone once held on to an iron handrail on the bus. As a result, the bus sped down all the way and the straight iron handrail was bent by that poor passenger.

There was a No. 13 bus that crashed into a tree, and the body of the bus was split by the tree for more than two meters. How fast speed that was!

Someone once sat in the last row of bus seats. As a result, the car braked and he fell out from the last row directly. In an instant, he rolled onto the cylinder next to the driver’s seat.

In this city, a No. 13 bus was overtaking the taxi on the road? It’s the homemade meal! What is fierce? One No. 13 bus was overtaking another No. 13 bus. That scene was terrible and spectacular!

All of these are the legends of the No.13 buses.

In the past few years, it is absolutely impossible to be late by taking No. 13 bus! At the same time, with the cost of a bus ticket, you could enjoy the feeling almost comparable to F1’s experience!

Super value!

Because in those days, bus companies’ bonus system was to calculate how many round trips you could run per day. The drivers’s income and bonus were according to the number of trips! The more trips you ran, the higher your earned!

It could be said that all the drivers of No. 13 buses are top-ranking drivers of car racing! If someone was not a tough driver, he dared not transfer to the fleet of No. 13 bus at all!

Of course, these years have been rectified because bus companies have revised the driver’s bonus system. This racing spectacle has gradually disappeared. Old-fashioned buses have all been replaced by air-conditioned buses. The performance of the buses is getting better and better, but the racing situation is fewer to be seen.

I look at Dorra and tell her all these things. The little girl is stunned. Then I say in a deliberate and understated tone: “Do you know who the guy is driving the NSR?”

“Well, don’t you say he is one of the drives of No. 13 bus?”

I smile and say lightly: “He was the captain of the No.13 bus drivers!”

She is silent for quite a while, then sighing: “FXXX!”

…

Unexpectedly, the NSR is taking the lead to come back. As the lights on the road are flashing and approaching, the roar of the engine is a bit harsh. When the NSR stops after over the finish line, the driver is jumping over. The screaming and cheering are all around.

The 7AA, however, waits for a cigarette time to arrive later.

I pull Dorra: “Want to know how he wins? I’ll show you around.”

The little girl goes with me in a surprise.

When we come to the NSR, the driver has removed the goggles and is checking the motocycle status. I go up, pat him, squint and laugh: “Moe!”

He’s looking back at me for ten seconds, and then his face is showing surprise: “Damn! It’s you, Little 5!”

I nod and point to Dorra behind me: “This is my sister. She wants to come over and see you. You were really fast just now.”

Moe is around 30 years old, with a calm look, short hair, rough skin, showing white teeth while smiling. He nods to Dorra, then turns around, opens the hood of the NSR.

Immediately, a burst of glaucoma is coming out. He’s sighing, looking down for a moment, smiling faintly. I look over and say: “Scrapped one more again!”

Moe shrugs his shoulders and looks indifferent: “Which time did I race and not scrap one? The engine has dead; the crankshaft bush has broken; the piston ring has scrapped; and the gauge has bursted too… This bike’s performance is too bad. I can’t help it. Little 4 was too careful to give me a good one.”

I’m laughing and hitting him: “Nonsense, if he gave you a good one, everyone would bet you win, what money can he make?”

At first glance, his NSR is second-rate, up to worth ten thousand. Within this game, Little 4 has earned at least 100,000, he does have earned a lot!

Dorra is opening her mouth and asking carefully: “But… How did you win the 7AA?”

“Cut!” Moe is laughing arrogantly, “Just two words: risk life! I was able to drive a bus to let the engine burning! This NSR is poor, but it is much better than a bus. I dare to risk my life, they dare not, so just wait behind me to eat fart!”

I shake my head and look at Dorra: “He is skilled. You see, the engine has been ruined. I tell you that the clutch can continue to accelerate in half-continuous motion. This guy was pumping acceleration while the clutch was in half-continuous motion. As a result, the engine is ruined.”

After hearing these, Dorra’s jaw is almost dropped. Looking at the smoking engine, she’s grinning with reluctant.

I pat Moe’s shoulder: “How much have you earned tonight?”

Moe slaps one hand.

“Five thousand?”

Sigh! Little 4 is still so mean like always. A crapped motorcycle for ten thousand, gave Moe five thousand, He only invested fifteen thousand, and earned more than a hundred thousand. It’s really a good business.

After greeting to Moe, I grab Dorra to walk away. Looking at the worship on this little girl’s face, I say coldly: “You envy him?”

“Of course!” She’s saying with a sigh, “So worshipful! He can run a broken NSR so fast. He’s a god of moto racing!!!”

“Cut!” I laugh scornfully and then whisper in a low voice, “Did you see his white teeth?”

“Well, I see, what happened to his teeth?” She has some complaints.

I sneer: “It’s all dentures! Because false teeth are so white! I tell you, doesn’t know he has experienced how many accidents. There are still several steel nails in his body. Most of his teeth were knocked off!”

She is shivering and her face is pale.

I deliberately laugh and say: “So, do you still want to race?”

The little girl is subconsciously touching her white teeth, presumably imagining that she has lost all her teeth and her mouth is flat, so she can’t help sweating on her forehead.

I laugh: “Do you think it’s so easy to be a master?”

She is a little depressed, sighing and shaking her head: “Forget about it! I’ll just fine to watch for fun. I have to keep my teeth for icecream!”

Seeing the time is a bit too late, I just pull her about to go. Just at that time, Bald 4 comes. He takes out an envelope and gives it to Moe. Moe doesn’t even look at it, puts the envelope in his arms, waves and strides away. The scrapped NSR is abandoned too.

“Little 5, let’s talk somewhere?” Bald 4 looks at me obliquely.

I shrug my shoulders: “What do you want to talk about? There’s nothing to talk about between us, right?” Then I pull Dorra and ready to go.

Bald 4 is grinning curiously: “I heard that you are not with Juan anymore?”

I stop, looking back at him: “You’re very well informed.”

The guy is making a mock sneer: “you are my old friend, of course, I should care more about.” He’s coming up and walking around, “How are you doing? How about come to work for me?”

“Work for you?” I laugh, “Little 4, did you drink too much tonight?”