The week after my sixteenth birthday, my father came to get me after school, to take me to get my driving permit. As we walked down the hall to my locker, a friend came running up to say "Hey! Kelly, your dad is in the office looking for you." I blinked, and answered "This IS my dad." She stopped, flustered and replied "Oh I thought he was your boyfriend." Dad just laughed, I was speechless. Must have been the black leather coats we were wearing, or the helmets we were carryin. Not many girls fathers picked them up from school on a motor cycle, back then. (1972)