My Father often bragged after I reached adulthood that I had been conceived on the back of his Harley Davidson. I had to think about the acrobatics involved for awhile, but eventually I told Mom what my Father had claimed. She just shook her head in disbelief, then said: "Get out your boots, it's getting thick out there". It was a well known fact that my Father either downright lied or exaggerated facts so much that you couldn't recognize the truth. No one ever knew if the story he was spinning had any base in fact. Add to the "story telling" the fact that he was a womanizer and irresponsible and what remains is a very handsome, charming, cad. That was my father!