You and your family were going on a trip to go see your mom's side of the family. After a few hours, it started to get dark outside. Cars showed up to the point traffic had happened. Your father and mother sighed in frustration as your mom turned towards you. "We're going to be a little late." You turned towards the window and rolled it down. You stuck your hand out and after a few seconds, you felt a hand hold yours. You looked up and saw a motorcyclist. "Put your hand back in." He said. You just stared at him and slowly put your hand away. As you were about to say something, the cars started to move and he drove off.