Yang Hongliang looked at Venarese beside him, wondering why Lin Yan had brought a foreigner.
"Oh, this is Venarese, a former..."
Because Harley-Davidson cruisers simply couldn't handle the track, their very existence wasn't about pursuing speed.
The Guobin 650 before them was like this, balancing speed with comfort. For patrol officers like Tie Qi who were on the road every day, it was naturally impossible to ride sportbikes.
Because their bodies couldn't endure it. If Lin Yan rode a Kawasaki H2 for seven or eight hours every day, with his current physical condition, his back would be ruined in less than half a month.
"How is it, gentlemen?"
Yang Hongliang leaned over and asked the two. Venarese remained silent, naturally waiting for Lin Yan to speak first; he understood the hierarchy.
"The bike feels alright. The power is a bit lacking, but the comfort is undeniable."
As for the power, it could be compensated for with skill, but the improvement would be limited. After all, displacement was a factor. Lin Yan could only do his best.
ps: Thank you everyone for the small gifts, an extra chapter~