The only transportation my mom and dad had when they got married in the 30's was a Harly with a sidecar. My brother rode around it for the first couple of years of his life.

My son-in-law is big, about 6'2" and broad. When he came to take my duaghter out, I, all 5'2" of me, looked him in the eye, grabbed his collar, and, like I did to any of her previous dates, said, "Take care of her, don't try anything, and bring her back on time, or....I will kill you." He was the only one who kept coming back. Now I love him like a son and wouldn't have it any other way.