BÀI LUẬN TIẾNG ANH HAY an autobiography of a motocycle
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BÀI LUẬN TIẾNG ANH HAY THEO CHỦ ĐỀ
BÀI LUẬN TIẾNG ANH HAY
An autobiography of a motocycle
I was made in a factory in Penang. I was one of a number of 100 c.c. motorcycles that was sent
down to Kuala Lumpur to be sold. So I found myself waiting patiently in a shop for someone to
buy me.
A few weeks later, a man came and bought me for his son. The boy was barely seventeen but his
father was rich and could afford to buy me. I was chosen mainly because of my beautiful red
colour and that I could go quite fast.
My young owner was a reckless rider. He rode me carelessly all over town, putting me in grew
danger. Many times I thought for sure that it was the end but somehow he managed to escape.
However, he tried one stunt too many. On that fateful day my owner took me out on a reckless
ride. His object was to overtake every vehicle in front of him. After a few near misses he finally
made a mistake and he slammed head-first into the back of a lorry. I slid uncontrollably under
the lorry.
That was the end of him.
I was salvaged from under the lorry, repaired and sold again to a middle-aged man who delivered
newspapers for a living. So for the next five years I was made to run thousands of kilometres
carrying loads of newspapers.
The hard work took its toll on me, and despite several repairs, my owner decided that it was
time to retire me. I was too worn-out to be of any use anymore. So I was sold to a motorcycle
shop where the owner stripped me of my parts.
Today I am nothing but a bare frame without any wheels. I await the day when I will be sold
for scrap. That would be the end of me.
reckless
doing something dangerous and not caring about the risks and
the possible results
take its toll
If something takes its toll, it causes suffering, deaths or
damage
scrap
old cars and machines or pieces of metal
