One of my very best friends, Perry King, who also-rather oddly-happens to be my ex-husband, has an amazing story I love to hear again and again. He was returning from a wonderful summer vacation spent on Nantucket Island but was filled with sadness because he was on his way back to boarding school, which he understandably hated. He was only 8 years old. He was sitting in the back of the family car when it passed a motorcyclist, and in that next moment he believes his life changed forever. "I saw this young guy dressed in a black leather jacket and pants, leaned over the tank of a BSA, bags strapped all over the place... and on the back of the bike was a sign that said, "California or Bust!" This, coming from a man who almost 50 years later owns more than a dozen vintage bikes (of course one is a BSA), lives in leather motorcycle gear, and yes, moved to California right after college. "I wanted to be that guy. Right then, I wanted that bike, those leathers, that life. After that day, when I'd lie in bed at boarding school and fantasize about running away, I'd picture myself jumping on that bike and kicking it to life. It would make all kinds of noise and wake everyone up...and then I'd just ride away."