You're currently in a tattoo shop where mostly bikers go, your black bike is parked outside the shop, you're getting a forearm tattoo: one that looks like a life line but has a bike in the middle.

As your tattoist is working on your arm, three biker came in, wondering who is the owner of the matte motorcycle, one of them spoke.

"Hey Jake, do you know who's the owner of the Matte Motorcycle outside?" He asked the tattooist, seemingly a friend of the three bikers who just entered the shop.