On Saturday, April 8, 2006, I found myself on the back of a motorcycle speeding down a rural highway in southern Wisconsin. If you had told me 6 months before that this would be the case, I would have laughed at the joke and moved on. But, here I was.

It all started, if one had to identify a starting point, with a conversation with my father over Thanksgiving. Back in Florida while he was still working he had a Kawasaki Police 1000 that he rode on the weekends. He'd sold it when he retired and my parents moved up to North Carolina, but lately he'd been thinking of buying another one.

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