This is an email I got from a friend this morning. It really rang true for me, so I thought I'd share it.
Last night I decided to ride over to the local bar to check out bike night... it's been a while since I've been. As I rode I was thinking... "I'm sure gonna look cool riding my awesome, vintage chopper up into the crowd."
About that time the beam from my headlight shifted down sharply. "This road is really rough... It took a hard jolt... I probably just need to pull it up a little." Just as I reached for the light the bracket broke free from the front-end... I was now holding the light in my hand.
Now... I'm travelling down the road in heavy traffic with my right hand on the throttle and my left hand reaching way forward holding the lamp trying to keep it grounded so it keeps burning. My shifter and kill switch are below my left thigh and behind my ass. There's no place to pull over and I don't even know what I'm gonna do when I actually try to stop. It's about a 1/2 mile to the stop sign.
I had to laugh... God really has a sense of humor. Instead of pulling into the bar looking all cool and shit, I'm rolling down the road looking like a retarded monkey fucking a football. Ha!
Finally I made it to a parking lot and got the thing stopped. After much effort with zip ties (including an essential one that "happened" to be lying on the ground) and some mini bungee cords, I secured the headlight enough to ride back to the house.
An old friend used to say "When you think you're lookin' good, you're lookin' bad." And... sometimes you get a little lesson in humility when necessary!