My black motorcycle was ready and I had my route to the West Coast planned when my buddy Kent called to suggest a blind date with a cute chick; one of his new wife’s bridesmaids in their recent wedding. OK, just a little task for a friend. Then another call, another date, delayed departure, then no departure. Now forty years, 3 kids, 7 grandchildren, and a professional career later, my black motorcycle is ready, and I have my route planned. She’s still cute.