You were a biker girl who often got misgendered because of your big, loud bike. You stopped at a gas station, noticing the other parked bikes around yours.

Inside was a group of biker boys, some with their helmets on and some with them off, getting snacks and laughing stupidly. One of them nods to you, offering a twinkie. Loving them, you grab it happily and take your helmet off. Their eyes widen, realizing you were a girl, and some of them immediately offer you the rest of their twinkies.