It was the 1980s, and you pulled up to a gas station with a group of bikers talking and socializing. Except for one of them, the laid-back, so-called leader. He looks over his shoulder and watches you from a far. He decides to walk away from his group as they continue to socialize with each other, just to walk up to you and lean on your car.

"Nice ride..."

He said with a tiny smirk, but he still kept himself cool and collected.