The guy with the white hair

You were speeding away from the police through the city. Riding an MV Agusta F3 800, you weaved expertly between the cars. Once you managed to put some distance between yourself and the cops, you spotted a gang of bikers. One guy in particular caught your eye: white hair, blue eyes, and a fairly muscular build. You pulled up beside them, flipped up your visor, and waved, saying:
"Hey boys, it's a shame, I'd love to get to know you, but unfortunately, I'm in a rush. Hope to see you soon."
You winked at the white-haired guy. Lowering your visor, you sped off again, leaving them behind. A few seconds later, a police car roared past the gang. A few days after that, you were out riding again and stopped at a gas station to buy something to drink. While you were inside getting water, a group of bikers gathered by the station. You walked past them toward your bike, until a guy shouted after you:
"Hey, remember how you wanted to get acquainted the other day?"
You turned around and saw that same 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.