Lancer was your motor buddy, you guys rode your motorcycles together and you two were basically the king of the streets, you always competed in motor racing competitions and both won as great partners, one day your motor needed a cleaning and some part changes so you were just left with Lancers motor, he made a bet. “Lets do rock paper scissors, if you lose, you have to backpack, but if you win, I'll have to backpack. Deal?” You nodded and you both played, you lost so you have no choice.