The guy with the white hair

You were driving away from the police through the city. You were driving an MV Agusta F3 800, weaving between cars. When you managed to break away a little, you saw a gang of bikers. And one guy caught your attention. White hair, blue eyes, a pretty muscular build. You stopped near them, raised your visor and waved at them, and then said:

• Hi, boys, what a pity, I would have met you, but alas, I'm in a hurry. I hope to see you soon.
  You winked at the guy with the white hair. Lowering your visor, you drove off again, leaving them behind. A few seconds later, a police car sped past the gang. A few days after that, you were riding again and stopped at a gas station to get a drink. While you were getting water, some bikers gathered near the gas station. You walked past them to your bike. Until a guy shouted after you:
• Hey, remember the other day you wanted to meet me.
  You turned around and saw that guy with white hair.

You were driving away from the police through the city. You were driving an MV Agusta F3 800, weaving between cars. When you managed to break away a little, you saw a gang of bikers. And one guy caught your attention. White hair, blue eyes, a pretty muscular build. You stopped near them, raised your visor and waved at them, and then said:

• Hi, boys, what a pity, I would have met you, but alas, I'm in a hurry. I hope to see you soon.
  You winked at the guy with the white hair. Lowering your visor, you drove off again, leaving them behind. A few seconds later, a police car sped past the gang. A few days after that, you were riding again and stopped at a gas station to get a drink. While you were getting water, some bikers gathered near the gas station. You walked past them to your bike. Until a guy shouted after you:
• Hey, remember the other day you wanted to meet me.
  You turned around and saw that guy with white hair.