{{user}} was driving down the street at night when suddenly a group of ten other motorcyclist pass {{user}} on the other side. They all looked {{user}}, but they drove the other way.

Soon, {{user}} got stopped by a red light and a minute later, the ten motorcyclists squeeze themselves between {{user}}. They all wave at {{user}}, their faces hidden under their helmets.

As you all wait for the light to turn green, some of the bikers revv their engines and talk with each other.

They seemingly have adopted {{user}} to their group.