when i have experience

Chapter 319 Uncrowned King
Italy, Amalfi Coast.

Located on the southern coast of the Sorrento Peninsula in southern Italy, the Amalfi Coast is currently recognized as one of the most beautiful places for driving, and it has also become a holy place for motorcycles. Riding a motorcycle on this road is every rider's dream. longing for things.

The Amalfi Coast is known as the most beautiful coast in the world, and the more than 40 kilometers long coastal road meanders between the picturesque sea and the cliffs, like a jade belt connecting the mountains inlaid on the cliffs. Luxurious hotels and classical towns hidden in green shades, this is a "road to heaven".

Five groups of motorcycles traveling together are driving on this road to heaven.

On their right hand side is the panoramic view of the coast, the magnificent sea, and on the left hand side are picturesque towns built on the mountains, one town after another.

"Ah!!!!" A man on a motorcycle yelled towards the sea. He has blond curly hair and white skin. This is a Caucasian man. Including him, the five men on a motorcycle are all white. , they travel here together.

Riding on this road really cleared away the haze in people's hearts. The five people chased and fought, and kept passing one vehicle after another.

As a group of young and energetic young people, it is impossible to let them drive slowly on motorcycles.

"Hey, look at that." A white man called his buddies beside him, and pointed to a curve not far away. There was a motorcycle parked on the edge of the curve, and a woman stood beside the motorcycle.

The woman standing next to the locomotive is wearing a black jacket and tight black leather pants on her legs. The black leather pants outline the two slender, straight and slender legs. Whether it is the length or the shape of the legs Impeccable in every sense of the word.

If a woman can wear a short skirt, these legs must be more irresistible. Of course, even wearing black leather pants at this time is still full of charm.

This beautiful leg firmly attracted the attention of this group of young people.

From their angle, they can only see the side face of the woman, even if it is just a side face, they can clearly know that this is a beautiful woman, with tied silver hair hanging behind the woman, blown by the sea breeze of the Amalfi Coast Gotta dance.

"Phi!!!!" The group of men on motorcycles whistled frantically at the woman standing by the roadside, the smiles on their faces were wanton and unrestrained.

They didn't want to restrain themselves, they didn't want to restrain themselves, they just wanted that woman to hear.

Hearing such an obvious and targeted whistle, the woman finally turned her head and looked at them, her tied silver hair was swaying in the air. The woman's face was as pale as water, with no emotion visible, but that The face under the silver hair is exquisite and beautiful.

This is the face of a yellow woman, but it still amazes the group of white people.

Motorcycles passed by the woman one after another, accompanied by endless whistles.

Passing by the woman who stopped by the roadside to look at the sea, the five young people continued to drive forward with smiles on their faces. They didn't really want to flirt, but just wanted to add a little fun to the journey.

"That girl is really beautiful, I almost wanted to stop the car just now, Tom, what do you think?" A white man said to the brother beside him, his eyes were still reminiscing about the beautiful woman who passed by just now, his mind Outline the shape of that leg.

"Tom?" The white man asked again without waiting for his brother's answer.

"Oh, that Grant, did you notice the motorcycle next to that beauty just now?" The young man named Tom was thinking about this question just now, why is that car so familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere.

"Car?" The white man named Grant was full of question marks. No one noticed the car just now, didn't they all look at the legs and face?
"That car seems to be red." The buddy on the side was a little better than Grant, and he still remembered what color it was, but he couldn't remember the rest.

Tom tilted his head and thought about it. Although he felt that this possibility was very small, it always felt very similar. He seemed to have seen that car in a heavy machine magazine.

"That car seems to be the uncrowned king of Ducati."

Tom recalled the impression left by the glimpse just now, the motorcycle parked beside the woman seemed to be the uncrowned king.

"Ducati?" The young man next to him became energetic when he heard the name.

If motorcycle racing is really about blood.Then Ducati is one of the royal families, the real pure blood, the real long-standing heritage, the Italian motorcycle aristocrat.

Since the manufacture of motorcycles in 1946, Ducati has galloped on the field and made the motorcycle racing culture its own word.

The reason why nobles are nobles is that one of the most important points is——

It's expensive!

The uncrowned king in the man's mouth is just one of the best, and it doesn't lose any brand in terms of price.

"Really?" A white young man didn't seem to believe it. The uncrowned king of Ducati is a public upgrade heavy machine. This kind of car is not easy for men like them to drive, let alone a girl.

You must know that it is not too much to use tons as the unit for these metric-upgraded heavy machines. A few tenths of a ton are full of momentum.

An upgraded heavy machine is a beast, and it is not an easy task for a human to subdue a beast.

The men around were skeptical of Tom's words. A group of big men were riding 250cc motorcycles. You said the car parked next to the girl was a publically upgraded super sports car? ?

They instinctively don't believe it.

Tom couldn't help it either. Although he thought he was right, there was no point in continuing to say that. Anyway, everyone didn't believe it. Tom felt that it was better to let the pleasant atmosphere continue.Tom opened his mouth, just about to say that he must have read it wrong, and skip this topic.

Before Tom could make a sound, a roar suddenly resounded across the Amalfi coast, startling a group of seabirds to fly to the sky above the sea.

The five youths on motorcycles all turned their heads to look behind them, the direction from which the roaring sound came from.

A bright red motorcycle galloped out of the half-mountain cave they passed just now, and the powerful roar was caused by it.

Above the bright red sports car, the person controlling it is a woman, wearing a black jacket and black leather pants. If someone has sharp eyes, they can still see a few strands of silver hair exposed under the helmet swaying in the wind.

Looking at the black and red sports car, the five men had confirmed that Tom was right.

This is the uncrowned king of Ducati.

With the wild drive brought by the unique V4 engine and the rebellious and avant-garde appearance with aristocratic atmosphere, this black and red sports car is simply handsome on the road by the coast.

Just now, none of them noticed this car that was so flamboyant that they had no friends, and were they just looking at their legs? ?

(End of this chapter)