Jiang Fan didn't know the end of the little ninety-nine in his heart, but he sped up even faster, and soon he couldn't even say anything at the end, and there was only the sound of whirring wind in his ears.

The speed of the two was very fast, and it only took a short hour to rush out of the northern suburbs and onto the road center of the city.

At this time, many roads have been paved with crowded cars, and it looks a little more terrifying than what the end said, and there is no way, the end of the road has to slow down.

Seeing that the speed of the motorcycle slowed down, Jiang Fan suddenly had a strange idea in his heart, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Mo, your motorcycle is so expensive, it should be very fuel-intensive." ”

"It's quite economical, I refuel once a month." Be careful to intersperse with various vehicles on the last road, for fear of carelessly rubbing other people's cars.

"I only refill the gas once a month, which is really economical."

Saying this at the end of the way, Jiang Fan felt a little more stable in his heart, just now he was a little worried about running out of gas halfway, but suddenly he felt that something was wrong.

In the past, in Hecheng, the uncle next door to their family had a motorcycle, and he yelled all day long that the motorcycle was too fuel-intensive, and he would almost not be able to raise this ancestor if he continued like this.

At that time, the uncle was only three or four kilometers away from work, and he couldn't afford to refuel once a week on average.

And the last bike is twice the size of the fuel tank, so it's a bit too fuel-efficient to run such a long way!

Can this machine run so fast and still be so fuel-efficient? Even if the technology is powerful, there are limits! It's like suddenly encountering a cow that ploughs the land and doesn't eat grass, do you think you can believe it?

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan felt more and more that something was wrong, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Mo, how long do you ride a motorcycle in a month?" ”

"Not much, just four or five times!" The attention of the end was on the road, and he didn't think about the meaning of Jiang Fan's words.

But when this word reached Jiang Fan's ears, it was not so friendly, and the uncle next door to his house rode a motorcycle to work at least 25 days a month.

And at the end of the journey, I only rode four or five times a month, and I needed a tank of fuel, which is still called fuel economy?

A trace of uneasiness instantly rose in his heart, and he continued to ask: "Brother Mo, dare to ask when was the last time you refueled?" ”

Coincidentally, at this time, the motorcycle let out a whimpering sound that seemed to be out of breath, spewed out a few breaths of black gas, and the speed suddenly slowed down, and finally stopped in the middle of the road after advancing more than ten meters under inertia.

The end of the road was stunned, looked down at the oil gauge, his face suddenly darkened, and said embarrassedly: "Uh...... It was the 16th of last month. ”

Jiang Fan obviously didn't realize the problem yet, glanced forward, felt that the road was quite smooth, and asked, "Brother Mo, why don't you leave?" ”

"......" was speechless for a while, looked down at the fuel gauge again, and couldn't say a word in embarrassment.

Jiang Fan realized that something was wrong, his brows twitched, and he asked embarrassedly: "Brother Mo, shouldn't you run out of oil!" ”

"Uh...... It's really this 'should or shouldn't'. ”

The end of the embarrassment turned back, usually he refueled once a month, rode less, and didn't care too much, who knew that this motorcycle was so uncompetitive, and he swallowed his breath after running a fart.

Especially now this place is the central avenue, there is no village in front of it, there is no store in the back, where to find a gas station?

Jiang Fan was so thunderous that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time, and he didn't know how long it took to remember, "Uh...... So what do we do now? ”

"It's okay, don't worry, find a place to put the motorcycle down, take a taxi to the place, and then come over to solve it." Although the problem was urgent, Dotu quickly came up with a solution.

"Oh! Then it's troublesome, I'll cheer you on when I come back. ”

Since it did not affect the registration, Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly got out of the car and prepared to find a temporary parking lot and store the motorcycle inside.

At this moment, two traffic policemen wearing fluorescent suits slowly walked over.

Jiang Fan's hand had just taken the motorcycle at the end of the road and was about to push the cart, he always felt that the two traffic policemen were not quite right, and he was worried, so he asked: "Brother Mo, there are two traffic policemen who seem to be coming to our side, you should have a license!" ”

At the end of the way, when he looked up, there were really two traffic policemen coming, and he was suddenly startled, and he pushed the motorcycle and ran away.

Jiang Fan was not ready, he only felt a strong attack, and before he could think about it, he was dragged out by the end.

"Ah...... Brother Mo, slow down, I'm still behind! Jiang Fan was pulling the motorcycle, he didn't dare to let go, this let go, he might fly somewhere.

However, after this incident, he suddenly thought that motorcycles are generally prohibited in first- and second-tier cities.

Although Xijing is not a first-tier city, it is also a leader in a second-tier city, and motorcycles are definitely prohibited in the urban area, which can explain the subconscious escape of the traffic police at the end.

However, our traffic police comrades are not so easy to talk to, and when they saw that this guy had escaped at the end of the way, they quickly chased after him without thinking about it.

The end of the journey glanced back, his heart was in a hurry, and he ran faster.

Although he has a lot of strength, after all, he still has such a large motorcycle in his hand, not to mention that there is a Jiang Fan hanging behind the motorcycle.

It didn't take long for him to be intercepted by two traffic policemen, and at this time, he didn't run away, but just stopped and looked at Jiang Fan with a wry smile.

Jiang Fan wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, looked at the soles of his feet that were almost worn out, and comforted the end of the road: "Brother Mo, the city is just forbidden to motorcycles, if it really doesn't work, we won't ride, and then find a car to drag it back!" ”

At the end of the way, his face was full of strangeness, and he leaned into Jiang Fan's ear and said with a wry smile: "I don't have a license!" ”

"Oh, trifles, trifles, huh? What did you just say? Jiang Fan almost fainted in fright, and when he looked down, this big guy really didn't have a license.

If it's okay to ban motorcycles, it's terrible to have no license, and the two of them will go back to the cage today. Now is the critical moment of registration, how can such a terrible thing happen!

In fact, what Jiang Fan didn't know was that it was difficult to get a license for a motorcycle like this, let alone a second-hand one, and it was difficult to get a license.

But even so, Jiang Fan miscalculated the terribleness of the matter, what he didn't know was that Motu usually walked around his home, so he didn't even apply for a driver's license for a motorcycle.

At this time, the two panting traffic policemen took a breath and sneered at the end: "You run, why don't you run, take out the two licenses (driving license and driver's license)." ”

Seeing the traffic police say this, Jiang Fan calculated in his heart, even if he didn't have a license, it could be said that he had just done it, and he hadn't had time to hang it up.

As long as you have a driver's license, it's not too late to fool things around first, and then find a way to reissue them.

I was trying to help the end of the way to get things over, but I didn't want the end to turn his head in horror, and said with a wry smile: "It's over, it's over, this time it's going to be explained." ”

Jiang Fan's words were choked as soon as they reached his throat, and his mood fell to the bottom, and he already had a premonition, so he had to ask in a low voice again: "Brother Mo, should you ......?"

"Uh...... I don't have a driver's license either! At the end of the way, Jiang Fan was beaten into the endless abyss with one sentence, and at this time, he could no longer describe his mood as a pit father.

Seeing that he couldn't get two certificates at the end of the journey, one of the slightly younger traffic policemen laughed and said: "You didn't run very fast just now, why is it so slow to get a certificate, let me tell you, if you can't get two certificates, take your motorcycle and go with us!" ”

Jiang Fan's face was full of grievances, what happened today, could it be that he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out again, and provoked Mao Shen, if he went with these two traffic police comrades, he would report a fart name.