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  除去可能存在的老美对自由的过度崇拜，作者的一些感受大家也许会感到有共鸣。有些东西翻译过来总觉得不对味，后附原文，E文好的直接看原文吧，也欢迎指正。

作者：Christopher Cullen  以下是文章部份：

我可以感受到车子发出的低沉的吼叫，两个车轮将我和地面联系在一起。我可以听到气流拍打我头盔的声音。我的感觉变得越来越灵敏，越来越强烈，越来越...生动。我感到非常的满足，除了一件事情：一个陌生人在我刚才停下来喝咖啡的时候问了我一个问题。

一个非常简单的问题。

“为什么？”

“为什么骑车？为什么要冒这个险？”

当时，我用我通常的说法回答了他。“MSF(Motorcycle Safety Foundation，指参加过国美国摩托车安全协会的安全驾驶培训)，全部的保护装备，保守的驾驶方式，等等...” 但是事实是，驾驶摩托是在冒险。是的，你可以把这个冒险的程度最小化，但是，这还是在冒险。并且你不应该过分的轻视这个风险。

于是我大声的问自己。声音在我头盔里面回响，在我的脑海里面回响。为什么？你为什么要做这样冒险的事情？你有妻子和两个孩子，你有那么多的朋友...为什么要冒险？我的脑子里面一片空白，没有自卫式的说辞，我有点茫然不知所措。不过这只是一瞬间的事，然后很多的理由闪现出来。

我只需要一个理由。

在我10岁那年，我妈妈遇见了一个叫Jesse的男人（后来成为我的继父）。我从小就没有父亲，所以见到他会感到不自在，但是依然喜欢他象对一个成年小伙子那样对待我。我是一个瘦小，难看的孩子，在学校里面也经常遭受欺负。他帮我忘掉了一部分的不愉快。

Jesse和我妈妈在周六下午有个约会，他问我是否愿意一起去。我当然回答愿意，然后我们三个就钻进他那辆破旧的皮卡出发了。我们在沉默中走了大约半小时，然后在小镇边上一块开阔的土地上停了下来。我跳下车，注意到Jesse拉开了车后面的油布，下面是一辆mini摩托。他和妈妈相视而笑，我才知道这原来是预先安排好的。他把摩托弄下车推向我。红色的。没有说一句话，我就坐了上去。他问我以前是否开过，我回答说“没有”，我想这样回答可能会失去驾驶它的机会。他却只是笑了笑，从车里拿出一个头盔，交给我说，“那你最好戴上这个”。

我戴上头盔，Jesse告诉我在他拉启动机的时候稳住车子。车子一下就启动了。发动机听上去也许象一台割草机，但是对我来说，这声音很神奇，就像间谍片中的喷气发动机发出的声音。Jesse简单的教了我一下，然后看着我的眼睛，问我是否准备好了。我咧嘴笑了笑。Jesse站在我的身后，手搭在我的肩上。我慢慢的转动油门感到车子开始向前移动。Jesse跟着我跑了几步（直到我有勇气把脚放到脚踏上），然后放开了手。

自由是一个被过度使用的词。它被公司和政治家大加利用。我们还可以在T-shirt，内衣和纹身上看见它。但是自由这个词，这种感觉，它是真实存在的，可能很多人根本没有去理解它的机会。

那一天，在小镇边上的一块空地上，我感受到了自由。我从学校的欺负中获得了释放，从迷失中获得了释放，从过度自怜和缺少自信中获得了释放。当我转动油门的时候...我自由了。我找到了自我的感觉。我突然从另一个更广的方面理解了这个词的含义，我彻底的感激我生命中所拥有的东西，甚至直到今天。

于是，30年后的今天，这是我的回答：

“因为这就是我的一部分。这就是我驾驶摩托的原因。”

声音在我的头盔里回响，我转动油门...在那一刻，我自由了。

Why

By Christopher Cullen

I could feel the rumble of my motorcycle below me, its two wheels connecting me to the ground. I could hear the wind buffeting my helmet. My senses seemed sharper, more aware, more... alive. I felt content with the exception of one thing: A question that a stranger had asked me when I last stopped for coffee.

A simple question really.

"Why?"

"Why do it? Why take the risk?"

At the time, I had responded with my usual spiel. "MSF, full gear, defensive riding, blah, blah..." The truth is, motorcycling is a risk. Yes, one can minimize that risk, but it IS a risk. And one that shouldn't be taken lightly.

So I asked the question aloud to myself as I rode. It echoed in my helmet. It echoed in my mind. Why? Why do you do it? You have a wife and two children, you have friends... why take the risk? My mind was blank for a moment. Without my defensive spiel, I was at a loss. But only for a moment. And then the reasons came flooding in. Many reasons.

I only needed one.

When I was 10, my mom met a man named Jesse (who was later to become my step-father). Having been without a father since I was a baby, I was uncomfortable around him, but liked him because he treated me like a young man. I was a small, awkward kid, and picked on at school quite a bit. He helped me forget some of that.

Jesse and my mom had a date planned on a Saturday afternoon, and he asked if I'd like to come. I of course answered yes, and the three of us piled into his old, beaten-up truck and headed out. We drove in silence for about 30 minutes and then pulled into an open dirt field near the edge of town. I jumped out of the truck and noticed that Jesse was pulling the tarp off of a small mini-bike in the back of his truck. He exchanged a smile with my mom that told me this was a planned event. He pulled the bike from the truck and rolled it toward me. It was red. Without exchanging a word, I sat down on it. He asked me if I'd ever ridden before. I told him "no," thinking that by saying that I might lose my chance to ride. He just smiled and pulled a helmet from his truck. He handed it to me and said, "Well, then you'd better wear this."

I put the helmet on, and Jesse told me to steady the bike while he pulled the starter. It started on the first pull. The engine probably sounded like a small lawn mower, but to me, it sounded like magic, it sounded like a jet engine from a spy movie. Jesse gave me some instructions, looked me in the eye and asked if I was ready. My grin must have said yes. Jesse stood behind me with his hand on my shoulders. I slowly twisted the throttle and felt the bike start to move forward. Jesse ran behind me for about ten yards (until I got the nerve to put my feet on the pegs), then he let go.

Freedom is a word that has been used to death. It has been co-opted by corporations and politicians. We see it on t-shirts, underwear and tattoos. But the word... the feeling... of freedom, is REAL. And something that many people don't ever get a chance to understand.

That day, in a dirt field on the edge of town, I felt freedom. Freedom from the bullies at school, freedom from loss, freedom from self-pity, and self-doubt. When I twisted that throttle... I was free. I was ME. And I suddenly understood the word in a much bigger way. In a context that allows me, even to this day, to fully appreciate what I have in this life.

And 30 years later, on a section of open highway this is what I answered:

"Because it is a part of me. That is why I ride."

As the words echoed in my helmet, I twisted the throttle... and for that moment, I was free.

                 我不是逃犯,而我却在逃 (汽车车主与摩托车车主的生活状况)

这是我忠实的坐骑kawasaki,

我喜欢他那低沉、阳刚、超震撼的轰鸣声，很是男人！有时夜里回来，在进入小区经过一条两边停满车的小道时，所到之处的车辆警报器都同时响了起来！我喜欢他庞大的身躯！尽管倒了我一人扶不起来，但正是这体重使他在载着我高速飞驰时显得沉稳有加！我喜欢他的动力，几乎和轿车差不多的排气量在公路上让你感觉什么叫离弦的箭！我爱他，更爱我自己，所以从不飙车，我遵纪守法！这车有正规牌照（外地），我也有有效的驾驶执照！然而，在北京就是不让你骑！有一次夜里两点多钟，我在中关村的路口等红灯！要知道当时整个路口一辆车也没有！我从来没有闯红灯的习惯！就在路口静静地等绿灯亮！就在这时，一辆警车一下冲了过来横在我的前面，示意让我下来，同时那边的车门已经打开！为何要拦我？

  难道我是象“骑抢”的吗

  ？一个人骑车怎么抢劫？有谁骑着好几万的摩托去抢劫？其实我心里很清楚，他们会找出壹千种理由就我的车扣下，然后自己下班后去狂飙！这种事太屡见不鲜了！最好的也是唯一办法就是不要和他们打交道！那里没有理可以讲。就像你最好别生病一样，一旦生病进医院基本是死路一条，等着医院拿着刀一刀一刀地凌迟你吧！没有什么好说的！

我一轰油门，我忠实的kawasaki怒吼一声载着我像离弦的箭一样射进茫茫的黑夜！我紧紧地趴在车上，前轮几乎是离地的状态！心理真是悲凉万分！生在这个国度，为何连选择自己交通工具的自由都没有？为何有那么多的禁止？为何那么多的自由被剥夺？我遵纪守法，我爱国！可是谁爱我啊？难道我纳税的钱是用来雇更多的人来限制我更多的自由？为何感觉自己像灯里的油一样，勤勤恳恳忠忠实实地工作，最后却把自己烧干了！

透过头盔的玻璃看到后视镜里闪耀的警灯很快变成了一个小点，最后消失在我的视线里！他是不可能追上我的!我只需一档不换档就可以轻松地拉到一百迈！五秒钟之内就可以完成所有的加档！码表的指针直指两百的方向！但我知道这意味着什么！如果前方突然串出一个车和我相撞，我就会和车一起飞出很远很远！并且再也不会爬起来！

一口气连闯了五个红灯，在过红灯的时候，我眼睛连两边瞟都没有瞟，这是他们逼的，我没有犯错我没有违法！我不会对他们有任何奢求，只是在为我的自由抗争！

我和我的kawasaki还在夜空里飞驰！

我不是飙车族！

我不是逃犯！

我没有犯罪！

但我却在逃串！

我只是在本能地抗争！

不让我的自由被夺走！

不管何时，如果再次碰到同样的事情我会以同样的方式来捍卫自己的一切！

不管多快！

我没有其他的选择，就像歹徒冲进家里来伤害我的家人、抢走我的财物！

我会不顾一切地同歹徒搏斗，尽我的全力来保护我的家人！不管结果怎样！

面对这一刻

我没有其他的选择！

幻想·

不错不错                    

乐羊羊

不错不错，好帖必须顶。。。来自: Android客户端

暴徒生涯

这么好的电影，一定要顶起来！！！ 盛传机车文化！