Last summer I learned how to ride a motorcycle and had an accident on my second day out. Being the stubborn Capricorn I am, I decided to give it another go and set out for another night of cruising. About a mile away from my home, I felt a slipping sensation from the back tire of the motorcycle and decided to check the tire pressures. The tires were filled adequately to OEM specifications but I still had a bad feeling. To the ridicule of my riding buddies, I decided not to make the journey that night and instead retired home for the evening. Within a half an hour I was back online surfing the internet with no thoughts of what had happened earlier when I went to check my email from the Bookmark section of my FireFox browser, I was redirected to an Amazon.com page selling "The Mouse and The Motorcycle", a book by Beverly Cleary -- a page I have never visited before.

I took it as a sign and was happy with my decision to head back home and forgo a night of riding.