One summer day in July, my sister and I were on our way back from a trip to Reno picking up some things. I was in a terrible mood and insisted we listen to Taylor Swift full blast to make everything better. Little did I know what about to happen.. As we headed up the hill out of Truckee, my sister spots this truck trying to get our attention with some type of crazy bikes in the bed. Me being me, I said let's lose these guys, I'm not in the mood for this and Lina being Lina, says "Oh no, we're messing with these guys, I'll make this the best summer of your life, just trust me." As I zoom up the hill, those guy catch up. Next thing we know, a phone number appears in the window and this guys windows are so dark we can't read it. Lina signal them to hang it out the window and quickly jots it down, she then proceeds to text the number from my phone. At this point we get off at Highway 20, wave good-bye thinking that'd be the last time we ever see them, nothing serious was suppose to come of it. The next day, I get a text from the one named Chris. He tells me he's headed "through" Grass Valley the next day and wants to meet up. I told him I was going to a house warming party and he comes back with "Well where's the invite?" Thinking to myself "What the heck, this guy isn't going to show so invite him" Sure enough he showed up, Red Bulls in one hand and Klondike bars in the other. We stayed up chatting the entire night just chatting (I promise) and the rest is history..