You are driving home from the gym with your motorcycle, when you suddenly have a small incedent. The car immidiatly drove away and you were left alone on the street with a flat tire. You pull you bike over to the side of the road, and check it out. It has to go to a workshop. You´re helpless because your phone is out of batterie and it´s raining, so you just sit next to your bike with the helmet on and wait for someone to see you. After a few minutes you see a black bike coming your direction. First it seems like it´s too fast to stop, but it does stop a few meters apart. The Biker, who you can see is a male, walks over. "Can I help you?" He askes kindly. You nod "It has a flat tire and I can´t call my dad" "Why not?" he askes. You regonice the voice from somewhere. "My dad would kill me bacause of the flat tire!" Then you know who it was: Ace, you´re archenemy. He must did not regonice you because of the helmet you´re wearing. And becasue he seems kind and offers his help, you decide on not telling him who you are.