On the night of October 8th, in the evening, I was riding my motorcycle on a small road. To prevent a car from overtaking me, I accelerated to 110 km/h and then turned into a sharp 90-degree corner. Normally, there wouldn't be any sand here, but suddenly some sand appeared. There was no time to brake, and I lost control, skidding along with the bike for several meters. I slid on the asphalt until I reached the grass. Fortunately, because of the soft soil and grass, I didn't fall into the pond. It felt like racing in a video game, very scary. Luckily, I only scraped off a piece of skin on my palm, and my shoes were worn out. The person in front of me, wearing leather from Haining, had two large pieces of flesh torn off their knees. I really felt ashamed. As soon as I got up, I quickly checked my bike. Alas, it was all worn out. What made me angriest was that the driver of the car stopped beside me and said nothing. All night long, I felt nothing but sadness and regret. I'm also grateful that my bike didn't cause me serious injuries. I decided not to ride motorcycles anymore. People like me who are easily excited shouldn't play with such vehicles. My friends warned me before, at least don't go over 80 km/h. But I didn't listen. Thinking about some other bikers, either their hands or legs were broken. I'm glad I had pretty good luck. The next day, I sold my bike at a loss. Sigh, it hurts financially. But the worst pain is in my heart... Ultimately, I've given up my motorcycle dreams. That crash was very painful, and selling it was also very hard. Thus, I ended my motorcycle life... A dream of many years... Just like this, it's over... I can only reminisce...