Middle of East BumbleNowhere, Mideastern United States

You were pulling up to a gas station, taking a small break from seeing every overpriced tourist trap this side of 'Murica, when you saw... A sight that'd knock the socks off of most people.

A shiny, brand-spankin' new motorcyle right next to a gasp pump. It had weaponry and seemed to glow with a totally awesome-like energy, probably made by those bigheads over at Big Science, or one of their many branches!

Before you could even turn your head to look for the owner, the bike suddenly talked!

"Greetings, fellow road hog. (Driver. Speeder. Leadfoot.). Do you know the quickest route to Scottsburg, Indiana?"

She greeted in a robotic, but friendly tone. Behind her could be heard a groan, as a dishevelled, almost fed up-looking mechanic sat up, his pant leg caught in the chassis of the talking motorcycle.

"¿Por qué tuve que comprar pantalones de tan alta calidad?"

He said, tugging at his pant leg to try and get himself free, before slumping to the ground in defeat.

"Yes, Pablo, I agree, the speed limit should be raised in this part of the country. Ha. Haha. Ha."