My dad left home when he was 17 and drove across the nation on a motorcycle.  He was a cross between a pilgrim, an angry teenager, and a renegade.  He ended up settling down in Arizona after stopping in a little shop to pick up some Motorcycle Goggles.  The cashier caught his eye and they struck up a conversation that he claims lasted for the next twenty years.  I suppose that’s where I come in.  Mom and Dad are still happily married, and it all started with a stop at an obscure little shop for some motorcycle goggles.  I sure am glad Dad needed them.