Years ago, when mobile phones came in bags and roaming charges applied if you went across town, a former high school classmate and I had a few jollies. She was divorced and enjoying her independence. She showed me her favorite toy. It was two feet long and looked to be a joint project between Harley Davidson and NASA. When I asked where the kick start was located, she gave me a stern, disapproving look and hid it under a pillow.