Your automobile will break down at night on a county road. You will kick yourself for passing up a good deal to join AAA. A leather-clad rider will pull up behind you on his Harley. You will notice a dagger tattoo between his eyebrows and an Angels of Death patch on his jacket . He will light up a broadleaf cigar as he gives your car the once-over. A moment later, four more hogs will roar up and stop. A wiry man with a Fu Manchu will dismount and demand your keys. He will open the hood, mutter something, pull out a Leatherman multi-tool, clear the fuel line and filter, close the hood, and start your car. As you are gathering enough saliva to speak, you will watch the five bikers thunder down the road and disappear from sight.