It also applies as well to my own sweetie, red-haired to a fair-thee-well [welsh family roots] and who was wearing a black leather pilot's/biker's jacket [she's both] the first time I met her. wasn't on a street corner or in a caf, though, though she's hot to visit the Ace on the NCR.
Icing on the cake: her last name's close enough to *Adie* for the song to fit. Around Halloween [our anniversary of that first meeting] we're going to change that. Or so goes the plan.
Her bikes, she's fond of the Honda VFR500's of which she has her original and two *parts queen* spares donors, as well as a Harley Sportster built the year she was born. I've got about 2/3 of a 1948 Vincint Rapide, and a new BMW R9T on order at the dealer. The build number from the factory has been issued, and the dealer tells me that shipping and Customs should put it here around...the end of October.
Yeah, there are happy endings sometimes. It averages out, if you help it just a bit.