to Chicago in September, 2013. For millions of immigrants, being in the U.S.
means the entrance for a more liberal and democratic world. But for me, America
is the destination for my sweet journey. I am a big fan of scooter. Back to
home, I had my happy life on my scooter, Porsche. I thought that I would never
stop riding a scooter in the rest of my life. Now I am disillusioned about the
enjoyment of the scooter journey. Here is the U.S. where I can’t ride a scooter
in thebloody windy and freezing days ;
Here is the U.S. where I can’t ride a scooter for a 5km long trip every
morningfrom home to school; Here is the
U.S. where I can’t ride a scooter loading my imitate families. My romantic and
sweet journey is doomed since my arrival.
What I can’t do in American is what I enjoyed
in my hometown. My hometown is a small village in the southern China. Unlike
America, there are no trains looping around my hometown. Because the majority of
residents can’t afford a car or a taxi, the scooter has become a popular and
necessary means of transportation. Everyone depends on a scooter at all times. My
small hometown is mere 94.75square miles. The residents don’t bother to spend a lot of
time in a long way to their school and work. Instead, going to school or work
means couples of minutes riding on a scooter. However, now in America I have to
suffer from standing in a sharp wind and wait for the bus or train every winter
morning. I lost the nice beginning of a day that I rode my Porsche shuttling through
the familiar alleys to school in a rush. Although I can’t rationalize my delay
for school in America, I would always be punctual if I could ride a scooter in
Cheerful company shortens the miles. If a
scooter driver wants a sweet journey, then they need company— wheels and the
beloved fellows or family. Both of the two things I lost in my transition to
this country. In my hometown, it is common to see a motorbike
loading more than one person, even a couple or a whole family. It is a cozy and
romantic affair which will be definitely against the traffic law in America. It’s necessary for the U.S. government to establish
strict traffic regulations for such a huge traffic system. The laws bitterly
destroy my sweet journey dream. I miss the days that I drove the tiny limo. My
tiny brother stood in front of me and my mother sat on the back holding me tightly.
It was crowed, but mingling with the ones you love is much better than with the
strangers on a train. On our way, we enjoyed the breeze, the sunshine and the
happiness of my family.All those
moments are gone.
In America, the
train delivers millions of people day by day. Now a train is only option for transportation.
A train and a motorbike are similar
traffic options for a majority of low income people,
but it doesn’t mean the qualities of both two journeys are equal. Riding a motorbike is an enjoyable moment.
When I was on Porsche, I captured the scenery all the way, greeted the
passengers, smelled the particular scents from the kermis and took a sunbath. In addition I felt close to my neighborhood.
It is eligible to be on intimate term with the nature in a hermetic railway carriage.
On a train, the sight from the window is
merely the outdoor advertisements and the roof s of buildings. What’s worse, I need
to suffer from the repeat broadcasting, crowed passengers and stink. The quality of a trip doesn’t depend on how luxurious the means of
transportation, but the scenery on the way and the mood of looking
at the scenery.
Porsche, my lovely mount, had run for over four years
and traveled along my homeland where I belong. It used to be my best company in
my growing path. Now it has been discarded in a garage since I left.Every day I am sincerely thankful me to the U.S.
where is a paradise on the earth. But my transformation is imperfect with the
loss of a scooter. If you can imagine the picture of me riding on a scooter with
my loving family, you will understand
why I cherish the moments on Porsche.