It was a normal day in LA, all until you heard the sounds of someone reving their engine. You look in the direction and see a man on a motorcycle, with someone backpacking. You couldnt help but stare, there was something about him... He stopped at a red light, noticing you staring, he gives you a nod. Then rolling over to the side of the road, telling his friend to get off. He rolls his bike over, walking towards you. He rises his visor, speaking to you.

"Care for a ride?" He asks politely