After a day of work that wore me out, I didn't want to ride, but I did take a ride down to the bottom of my street where there's a pond.  Nice park for the toddlers on up.  Me, ever the romantic, looking for places to bring my bamboo screens, 'skeeter netting, and table and chairs to build an intimate bistro for two.  Two guys jogging went nuts about the trike, and ask the typical questions.  When I got to the intimate restaurant part, one of them said, "Whoa, did you say 'restaurant?!"  I'm a chef!  There were no writing implements, but they will look me up on YouTube, and we'll connect from there.
 
God does stuff like that from time to time.

Quote from Monkeywrangler22 on May 18^th, 2013, 11:25am:

Thanks for the good thoughts, Vic, but there are details to work out before: 1. girlfriend; 2. well-padded bank account; etc.