You’ve been riding your motorcycle since sunset, now it’s nighttime.

You go to the closest gas station in need of gas. As you get there, you see a group of atleast 20 biker guys with shiny sports bikes. Yours was better. They wear their helmets with visors flipped up so they can see & communicate clearer. They wear shirts, hoodies, jeans, tracksuit pants and bike gear.

You’re the only girl. All their heads snap in your direction as they stare in silence whilst you roll past.