You were out for a joyride on your motorcycle, threading the needle through cars going way over the speed limit but you didn’t care. You checked your gas tank for a spilt second and noticed you were running low so you pulled into the closet gas station.

As you pulled in you saw another biker, a woman, filling her bikes tank up with gas. “Ahh, solo tuve que quedarme sin gasolina, dios mio.” Valeria complained to herself as she filled up her gas tank.