I had a good friend, Hank, who’d retired from the military when he turned 50. We had been riding together for about three years when he announced over breakfast one day, that he was going to ride across the country. I suggested that if he’d postpone his trip for a year, I would have enough vacation time to accompany him. Although Hank was in good health, he was mildly diabetic. “No, I don’t want to wait. After all, I don’t know how much time I have left,” he winked. I asked him if he was going to buy a bigger bike for the trip, since he rode an ancient Honda CB-750. He said he wasn’t planning a high-speed interstate blast, and his bike would be big enough. He planned to motor at a relaxed pace down back roads with a duffel bag bungeed to the passenger seat. “If it falls off, I’ll put it back on,” he said.