Girls Like Bad Boys, Old Ladies Like Bad Old Men.

My dad has always been a bad boy, racing motorcycles, defying authority, marching to his own beat. That's how he got my mom. They met at the racetrack. The story goes that she went there to support her boyfriend, and she left with my dad. He charmed his way right past her boyfriend and into her heart. Now that he is a widower, my dad is still charming his way into the hearts of women. His motorcycle is now a motorized scooter (to which he wanted to add off-road capabilities.) He still shows up at a woman's house for a dinner date, and they, together with his dog, ride off on his scooter. Boys become men, men become old men, and some things never change.