They drove to Harley’s dealership, where a young man waved at them: “Hey, Boss Fox, here to pick up your bike? Come with me, that little rascal with the bad temper can’t wait to hit the road and go wild.”

Although he was greeting Henry, the young man’s eyes were fixed on Hannah, his face beaming with a bright smile.

David Thompson knew the young man; his name was Stephen Chandler, a sales consultant and mechanic at the Harley dealership, and also Hannah’s high school classmate—he’d been pursuing her for a long time.

It was precisely because of this connection that Henry brought the motorcycle here for assembly. Labor costs in America are expensive; assembling this bike at a repair shop would cost at least a hundred bucks.

Even at the dealership, assembly isn’t free, but this time it was clear that Stephen was doing them a personal favor and helping out for free.

In the dealership’s repair area, a tall, silver-gray motorcycle sat quietly.

When it was disassembled, the Harley Street Glide already looked imposing, but now that it was put together, the bike felt not just imposing, but exuded a kingly aura.

To describe this motorcycle, only one word would do: “big.” Big tires, big headlamp, big body, and a big, roaring engine.

“Screamin’ Eagle Twin-Cooled Twin Cam 110 engine, 115 foot-pounds of peak torque, five-spoke cast aluminum wheels front and back, Airflow accessories, CVO custom seat, Daymaker LED lights and air deflector, plus a windshield to reduce head buffeting—boom! Welcome to ride this beast and feel the speed and passion!” Stephen said, a bit exaggeratedly.

David Thompson didn’t know much about motorcycles, so he couldn’t gauge the value from the specs. He just asked directly, “How much could this bike sell for?”

Love me, love my dog—because of Hannah, Stephen was also very friendly to him: “A brand new Street Glide costs twenty grand. This one’s used, so it’s not that expensive, but I’d say twelve thousand is no problem.”

Henry said, “Only twelve thousand? I thought it could go for fifteen.”

Stephen shook his head with a smile: “No, Boss Fox, you know I wouldn’t lie to you guys. This bike really isn’t worth that much, especially since its owner made some modifications.”

“Look here, there’s a console on top of the side-mounted gas tank. Its lights should project a CVO logo, but now it’s gone. The CVO logo’s been changed to the letters MG—letters that mean nothing to anyone but the owner.”

“In the sealed speaker compartment, there should be a 5.25-inch speaker, but now it’s a 7.5-inch one. Sure, it’s louder, but you’re riding a motorcycle, not hosting a concert—what’s the point of such loud sound?”

“And here, to strengthen the front end’s stability, Harley increased the front fork diameter to 49mm. But the previous owner apparently thought the thick forks looked ugly, so he changed them to 35mm. Prettier, but more dangerous.”

Hannah said, “Let me feel this bad boy’s charm first.”

Henry stopped her: “Let Thompson go first. He’s the one who got this bike, so he gets first dibs. That’s our rule.”

David Thompson wasn’t that interested, but he wasn’t fussy either. Since Henry said he should go first, he went first.

He quickly made a fool of himself. He thought this motorcycle was like his dad’s Jialing 125, but after getting on, he couldn’t find the ignition.

“It’s here. Open this panel, there’s an LCD screen underneath. Unlock it with the key, then touch the screen to start it—just like flying a plane,” Stephen patiently explained.

Once started, the rest was pretty much like a regular motorcycle.

David Thompson released the clutch and twisted the throttle. The power system shifted gears automatically, and the four exhaust pipes at the back roared, then the bike shot out like an enraged beast!

They were test-riding in the suburbs. Flagpole City is a small town with few cars, and this road was pretty quiet, so he could really open up the throttle.

The engine roared wildly, the plane trees on both sides of the road flashed by in reverse, and David Thompson began to feel the thrill of speed—his blood was pumping, and he wanted to go even faster.

Just then, an even crazier roar sounded. Two heavy motorcycles shot out from behind him. One of them overtook him, then suddenly swerved to cut him off.

The motorcycles were incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, a rear end appeared right in front of him. If he didn’t slow down immediately, he’d definitely crash.

Suddenly, the situation was critical!

Chapter 0015: The Ten-Thousand-Yuan Household

At the most urgent moment, David Thompson felt his face burning—not from adrenaline, but because the exhaust from the bike in front was blasting right into his face!

That’s how close they were!

He was panicking inside, but his mind stayed calm. David Thompson tried hard to ease off the throttle, shouting in his mind, “Slow down time!”

The little bug sensed his need, and the speeding motorcycle suddenly slowed down a bit.

Taking the chance, David Thompson quickly gunned the throttle, the engine revved up sharply, then he shut the throttle and squeezed the clutch, quickly shifted gears with his right foot, and finally gritted his teeth—

The motorcycle’s front end tilted outward, then straightened up. The huge, heavy bike suddenly turned into a nimble antelope, leaning to the side, accelerating, and returning to its lane, almost like drifting!

Just like that, he regained his position, and the motorcycle was back in front.