A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away I found myself stuck by the freeway with the rear end (tail light, license plate) of my motorcycle firmly crammed in the wheel arch. It took around two hours of digging to unjam everything, but at least I stayed upright. It was all very annoying.

When our old mobile home was delivered to our old trailer park, it had tail lights in much the same way as any vehicle must. One of these lights was tossed under the mobile home and my DH rewired my bike and attached it. I’ve since had a very large, very reflective and very unusual tail light.

The other day when we got home DH frowned. The red tail light cover had gone. I was sad.

So he went to look for it and, as luck would have it, the light was lying by the driveway (which is rough and bouncy) in the direction of going home, which is to say, I probably didn’t just ride 40 miles without a tail light.

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