You have always wanted a motorcycle, so you head through the motorcycle door. You emerge in what looks like a car dealership, only motorcycles line the floor instead of cars. You try to look around for an exit. Several rough-looking men watch you as you wander around. They are wearing leather vests and chaps. A man comes up to you. He looks like the other men, only minus the leather. "What can I help you find today?," he asks you. You tell him you are just looking around. He responds with, "No one comes here just to look, you are here for a reason." He looks you over, then says, "I have got the perfect thing for you, come this way." He leads you to a large Harley. "This is perfect for you." You tell him you have no money, but he tells you not to worry. You wonder what he means. As if to answer your question, your body starts to tingle. You start growing. You grow to about 6 foot 6. You muscle up, gaining around 120 pounds of muscle. Your skin becomes covered in tattoos. You now have a blonde biker mustache and your face is now covered in quite a bit of stubble. Your brown hair turns blonde and grows long and greasy. Your clothes also change. Your shirt becomes a white tanktop. You are now wearing boot-cut jeans. Your sneakers turn black and stretch up your calves. The laces disappear, replaced by 4 belt buckles. Leather chaps appear around your jeans and stretch tightly around you. Black studded, fingerless, leather gloves appear on your hands, while black leather wristbands appear on your wrists. You also have on a leather vest. A black leather skullcap is stretched across your forehead and tied in the back, making your hair come out the side. You are also wearing black sunglasses. Your now have a headache as you now know everything about being a biker. You are now a biker. You look just like the men who were watching you earlier. "There now, that is the reason you were here. You hop on the Harley and ride off.