ferocious for the rest of my life

Chapter 317
squeak……

The sudden and harsh sound of brakes startled the truck driver who was waiting for the red light. He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that it was a Harley-Davidson heavy motorcycle. The woman in the skirt and carrying a backpack unconsciously shook her head and sighed.

Obviously, the local motorcycle gangs are hopeless, and they dare to come out in the middle of the night to pick up girls on the county road, but the rules of riders must always be followed, right?
In addition to the full-face helmet from head to toe, it is standard equipment. In such a cold night, it’s fine if you don’t wear gloves or a motorcycle suit. The problem is that you don’t wear elbow pads or knee pads. Once something happens A car accident, whether it is an arm or a leg, it is estimated that all of them will be lost...

Boom!
dong dong...

The car window was knocked three times.

The truck driver picked up the baseball bat subconsciously, and only realized that the rider of the Harley motorcycle turned around and saw that the woman sitting behind the Harley was not wearing a lunch break skirt but a high-grade skirt. Evening dress, just pull up the skirt and tie it around the waist...

Friday, in the middle of the night, the rider and the girl in the backseat must have slipped away from some high school prom...

In line with the principle of safety first, the truck driver rolled down the window an inch and asked through the window if he could help.

The Harley rider lifted his mask, raised his head and said. "Excuse me, did you see a blue pickup truck on the way you came?"

Horsewoman?
The truck driver was a little confused.

Standing up and taking a closer look, the truck driver noticed that the Harley rider was wearing a suit and a tie, but he was dressed as a man. Although the female features were not so obvious, they actually had everything he should have. And the girl in the back seems to be a basketball player, her height is astonishing, but her arms are blue from the cold...

"Sir? Did you see a blue pickup truck on the way here? It's in terrible condition and looks tattered. The driver is probably a short white male in his 60s and [-]s. There are three people sitting in the back seat." , there should be a boy in a three-piece suit in the middle..."

"I'm sorry, I saw a blue pickup truck in the evening, but is it the situation in the car as you said," the truck driver rolled down the window and poked his face out. "Then I can't answer you, I won't pay special attention to these details when driving..."

"Sorry, I was asking if you saw a blue pickup truck on the road after ten o'clock..."

The truck driver froze for a moment before saying. "I saw it before it got dark, but I haven't seen it on the road after ten o'clock..."

"Thank you, thank you very much," the rider Hillier turned his head and said to Aviania who was sitting behind. "It seems that he did not go east, but really went to San Francisco, but the question is, if he really went to the airport, is there still a flight at this time?"

"Are there any red-eye flights?"

"But what's going on? How could he be deported? If it was because of the previous incident, the police station has officially announced that it will not pursue any responsibility, and why did the school police come forward and withdraw from the venue? Take it away overnight and take it to the airport? Just to catch a red-eye flight? Are you in such a hurry? Can’t wait until tomorrow?”

"How can I know what happened? I just vaguely heard the word deportation through a wall, and when I saw him being sandwiched between two campus policemen, he went out through the side door and was stuffed into a shabby car. After I saw the blue pickup truck, I realized that what I heard before was related to him. When I chased out from the main entrance of the hotel, the blue pickup truck was no longer visible, otherwise there would be no need to determine whether it was North or South..."

The green light is on.

The truck driver was confused, but he knew that the two girls were going to the international airport, so he poked his face out and patted on the car door. When the female Harley rider turned around, he pointed to the fork in front of him and said. "The closest way to the airport is the road in front of you. If you plan to drive this Harley, you two have to change your clothes. If you drive in front, you must wear cold-proof motorcycle clothes. Those who sit in the back not only need cold-proof clothes but also You need to wear protective equipment, otherwise you two might as well take my ride, although there is no way to send you to the airport, this car needs to pass through the bridge..."

Hillier rubbed his hands that were almost frozen, then touched Aviania's arm and asked. "Where are you from and where are you going?"

"I commute between Eureka and Hayward all year round. I need to run twice a week. I used to live in Santa Rosa and moved to Hayward for convenience. Now I am returning and the cargo box is empty. Going forward There is a gas station in three miles, you can leave your motorcycle at the gas station, don’t worry about where you can tell me my car number, no problem..."

It should be possible to fix a Harley with locks with fixing devices, if you

Aviania muttered that it was inconvenient not to have a car, Hillier also understood this and raised her head and said. "Then can I ask you to drive a little faster?"

The truck driver rejoiced. "I have been going back and forth on this road for more than ten years. There are not many cars on the road at this time. If an empty car can't run your Harley, then I will really be ashamed to see people, not to mention it is cold at night and the speed is high. Ten you will freeze to death, not to mention the girl sitting in the back wearing only an evening dress..."

"thank you very much!"

Hillier said that he patted Aviana's leg and signaled her to get out of the car. Seeing the surprise on the other side's face, he stared and turned his head to the back of the truck.

The truck driver opened the cargo box door and just pulled out the pedal when he heard Hillier stepping on the gas pedal. He stepped aside in a panic, and then the truck was pushed into the cargo box by Hillier. thumbs up!

"The technology is good, have you joined the association? I used to like to drive Harleys around, and then I got older and had important work. I still remember that there is a bar in the direction of Petaluma, where the riders in the northern part of the Bay Area meet. ..."

Helping to fix Harley with a lock, Hillier was happy. "Are you talking about the Holy Land bar run by Aunt Ollie?"

"Huh? You know?"

"Yeah, my roommate has a very good relationship with Aunt Ollie, and she even got drunk in her bar..."

"How old is your roommate?"

"As old as me..."

"High school? Today is your prom?"

"Yes……"

The truck driver came out of the cargo box and said seriously to Hillier. "Hey, I didn't hear what I just said, and you never said it, OK?"

Hillier was puzzled.

"California's law stipulates that you can only drink alcohol at the age of 21. Although there are not many compliances, you can't discuss it openly, right?" The truck driver smiled wryly. "Besides, Ollie's husband is a sheriff..."

Hillier was completely relieved.

(End of this chapter)