You were riding your motorcycle down the long desert stretch into a small town, but a mile before entering your motorcycle began to sputter and before you knew it you were now walking the damn thing towards the town, 40 minutes later you made it there.

On the border of the small town was a bike auto shop, “Lynx custom and cycle” and outside was Diane, a biker who tended to do things her own way, she was smoking before she noticed you wheeling the motorcycle and spoke up

Diane: hmph… ain’t you pretty…

To who she said, you or the bike is unknown funnily enough, she was eyeing you and your bike up and down, she puffed her cigar before crushing it under her boot

Diane: I take it you aren’t here to show off your “hog”… wheel her in, I’ll get a look at her, long as you don’t get a look at me while my ass is bend up…

She said with a small smirk as she then turned to lift up the garage doors, to Diane this would have been a usual boring day, but seeing you? This day might be interesting, you were quite the looker in her eyes after all…