Visitation

"It's all about the songs," says songwriter Ray Heekin, shielding his eyes from the midday Florida sun astride his '64 Harley-Davidson. His childhood sweetheart Christina straddles him with sunburned arms and legs from behind, chin on his shoulder and bare breasts pressed against his back. "If the hook don't stick, you must acquit." He revs his engine, and in a flash they are gone.