今天終於下定決心要好好整理那輛陪伴我很久的摩托車。
直到今天2026/5/10，里程很緩慢地上升，72,700km。
所謂新的不去，舊的不來，就是這台深綠色光陽豪邁125的來由。當天上了大學爸爸為了讓我能夠有台車子代步，買了一台4萬多的全新光陽奔騰125，但就在大二暑假的一個颱風天，在學校的停車場不翼而飛了。還記得當天到派出所備案時，不只有我這一台。前幾個禮拜還期待會被找到，但心裡知道被抬去殺肉了。就這樣，爸爸花了2萬多元去買了一台中古車讓我繼續代步。
還記得剛到手里程大約2萬，坐墊下的貼紙還寫著2000年出廠。沒有很舊，只是老氣。因為在那個時代，摩托車慢慢轉向噴射引擎，尖銳的外型。
直到當兵畢業後，為了可以好好的上下班，那時候選擇請機車行搪缸處理吃機油，換了大部分的外殼，花了8000元大大整理了一番。還記得那時在台一線上油門到底，錶速還從85kph進步到95kph。但今天的我大部分都只是50kph在市區裡遊蕩。
但隨著工作的調動，騎乘的時間與距離少的可憐。年度驗車時老闆總是說:這台都沒在騎喔!
的確，所以每年驗車距離都不到1000km，因此都趁著驗車順便換機油跟齒輪油。
前一陣子，大燈突然不亮，時好時壞，我試著拆下來檢查，燈泡似乎沒有問題。但小燈還可以亮。車頭的霹靂燈也是可以亮。但是洗車或下雨都會讓車子發不動，我想線路大概有問題了，這些問題不斷的困擾著我。
有人說，你就去機車行不就得了?
但我總覺得會花很多時間跟金錢，就像得了小感冒，總覺得他會慢慢變好，不想花時間去醫院跟掛號費。不斷硬撐下，這些問題仍持續困擾著我，下雨天不能騎，不能直接沖水洗車，晚上如果在田間路，小燈根本照不到等等。考慮到他已經26年了，我突然覺得老到應該要換車了。但現在的新車價格實在高得驚人，依照我騎乘的頻度，感覺只是把錢放在旁邊任由他風化。
於是今天去了材料行買了兩個燈泡H6 小盤18W。
"是單燈還是雙燈?"老闆操著一口沒有活力的台語。"雙燈"，老闆沒有任何回應，便在抽屜拿出兩顆采鑽燈泡。我隨即問多少錢。
老闆沉默了約5秒，但在我看來就像是當機一樣，慢慢地開口說"160元"。有點高，但是我也無法確定老闆有沒有記錯，於是便付了錢。
在家花了一番功夫才把燈泡換上。一開始是從手套箱去拆，但是實在空間很小，我拆得下來，但卻一直裝不回去，最後還是把斜板整個給拆下了，才方便作業。發動後，燈並沒有亮，我心想完了，該不會是整流器壞了，還是哪裡的電線接觸不良。於是我髓便去撥弄各個開關。沒想到突然亮了。
原來是切換遠近燈的開關有點問題，我不斷地反覆撥弄，最後居然好了，可能是迴光返照。
但今天晚上，我發動機車，前燈亮了，且集中在地上聚成一團光。一路上我感覺就像彷彿回到大學，豪邁125載著我在路上穿梭，就像是在感嘆時間的流逝，我感受到回到過去的快樂。希望他可以繼續載著我，花費著幾百塊便能夠繼續馳騁。或許避震跟剎車都不如以往。但是看著那照在地面的燈光，我還是笑了，老車配老人，自由自在。
English Version:
With My KYMCO Freeway 125
Today, I finally made up my mind to properly take care of the motorcycle that has accompanied me for so many years. As of May 10, 2026, its mileage has only slowly crept up to 72,700 km.
The saying goes, “Out with the old, in with the new,” and that’s how this dark‑green KYMCO Freeway 125 came into my life. When I first entered college, my dad bought me a brand‑new KYMCO Racing 125 for a little over NT$40,000 so I could get around. But during a typhoon in the summer of my sophomore year, it vanished from the school parking lot. I still remember filing the report at the police station—mine wasn’t the only one stolen that day. For a few weeks I hoped it would be found, but deep down I knew it had already been stripped for parts.
So my dad spent a bit over NT$20,000 to buy me a used bike so I could continue commuting. When I first got it, the odometer read around 20,000 km, and there was a sticker under the seat showing it was manufactured in 2000. Not exactly ancient, just… old‑fashioned. Back then, scooters were transitioning to fuel injection and sharper, more modern designs.
After finishing military service, I needed a reliable ride for work, so I had a shop rebore the cylinder to fix its oil‑burning issue and replaced most of the body panels. I spent NT$8,000 giving it a major refresh. I still remember riding on Provincial Highway 1, throttle wide open—its top speed went from 85 kph to 95 kph. But nowadays, I mostly just wander around the city at 50 kph.
As my job changed, my riding time and distance shrank to almost nothing. Every year during inspection, the mechanic would say, “You barely ride this thing!” He was right. I rode less than 1,000 km a year, so I’d just change the engine oil and gear oil during inspection.
Recently, the headlight started acting up—sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. I took it apart and checked it myself; the bulb seemed fine. The small position light still worked, and the little strobe light on the front worked too. But washing the bike or riding in the rain would cause the engine to fail to start. I figured the wiring must be the culprit. These issues kept bothering me.
People would say, “Just take it to a shop.” But I always felt it would cost time and money—like having a mild cold and hoping it’ll go away on its own, not wanting to spend time at the clinic. So I kept putting it off, and the problems stayed: can’t ride in the rain, can’t wash it directly, and at night on rural roads the small light barely illuminates anything. Considering the bike is already 26 years old, I started thinking maybe it was time to replace it. But new scooters are ridiculously expensive now, and with how little I ride, it feels like buying one just to let it sit and age.
So today, I went to a parts shop and bought two H6 18W bulbs. “Single or double filament?” the owner asked in a lifeless Taiwanese accent. “Double,” I replied. He said nothing, just pulled two bulbs from a drawer. “How much?” I asked. He paused for about five seconds—felt like his brain froze—then slowly said, “160.” A bit pricey, but I couldn’t tell if he remembered the price correctly, so I paid.
At home, it took quite some effort to replace the bulbs. I first tried removing the glovebox panel, but the space was too tight. I could take it off, but couldn’t put it back. In the end, I removed the entire front cover, which made the job much easier. After starting the engine, the light didn’t turn on. My heart sank—maybe the regulator was dead, or some wire had a bad connection. I fiddled with every switch I could find. Suddenly, the light came on.
Turns out the high/low beam switch was acting up. After flipping it repeatedly, it finally worked again—maybe its last burst of life.
Tonight, when I started the bike, the headlight lit up and formed a bright, focused patch on the ground. Riding along, I felt like I was back in college, weaving through the streets on this Heroism 125. It made me reflect on how time passes, yet somehow I felt the joy of the past returning. I hope it can keep carrying me a little longer—just a few hundred dollars here and there to keep it running. The suspension and brakes may not be what they used to be, but seeing that beam of light on the road still made me smile.
An old bike with an old rider—free and unbothered.
