For your amusement, here is a short tale, perhaps an allegory of why you want a motorcycle accident attorney handling your case, and not some general practice guy who claims to be an expert about anything and everything…
A couple of months ago, I needed to change out the air filter in my Suzuki GSX1100. Because of the relatively low price difference, I decided to upgrade to the K&N reusable filter, instead of the more restrictive, disposable, paper Suzuki OEM option. I ordered the part, and when it arrived on a sunny Thursday, I was looking forward to doing the simple job prior to the weekend. So naturally, I planned to leave the office a little bit early and get home by five or six to take care of this easy project. Wanting decent light so that I could see what I was doing, I knew that my biggest enemy to getting it done before the weekend was the early sundown thanks to stupid daylight savings time. (Seriously, I will never understand why, when it begins to get dark early, we turn the clocks back, making it get dark even earlier.)
Of course, I got stuck at the office later than I wanted, but zipped home to my house in Pasadena with maybe half an hour of sunlight left. I changed clothes and got to work quickly, removing the seat, the battery, the battery box, and the gas tank. I undid the fasteners that held in the stock air filter, and put in the fresh K&N unit. But the sun was waning, and before I knew it, I was working under the shabby security light outside of my garage. This meant, in addition to working more or less in the dark, I would occasionally have to waive my arms to keep the motion-activated light going.
Before too long, however, I had the filter in, and the batter box back in place. I secured the battery, and the gas tank, and was ready to put the seat back on. But there was a problem. Sitting next to my tool box, in my magnetic “bolt bowl,” were four leftover bolts. They were not there when I started, I was sure of that. Which meant that somewhere during this simple project, I left off four bolts. The tank? The battery box? What on earth could it be? If it had been one fastener, well, that would be an easily explainable oversight. But four? Obviously, something was missing four bolts. I pictured myself riding down the highway as a vital component, completely unsecured, fell off my bike.
With the lousy garage light offering little assistance, I stared hopelessly at my bike, mentally walking through each step of the project. With a flashlight, I examined each and every piece of the bike that I had tinkered with. I could see no signs of missing hardware. What. On. Earth. Had. I. Forgotten. (???)
If someone had seen me in this state, they would have thought I was meditating, stoned, or downright slow. After several minutes of this, I decided I needed a break. So I took the four bolts into the house with me, set them down on my kitchen counter, and stared at them as I cracked open a beer. Nothing. Baffled, I called my brother, seeking his counsel. He worked for years as a professional motorcycle mechanic, and is always my go-to guy when I’m stumped. He listened to my dilemma, and thought for a moment. Then he asked one simple question, shedding the much-needed (proverbial) light on the situation.
He asked, (drum roll please), “Did the K&N filter come with new hardware?”
You’ve got to be kidding me. Of course it did.
Although I don’t shy away from getting my hands dirty on some simple projects, I do not count myself a motorcycle mechanic by any stretch of the imagination. None of us are experts at everything. I’m an attorney, and proud of that. And I’m more proud of the fact that I am a motorcycle accident lawyer. I’ve ridden for twenty years. I’ve been the victim of an uninsured driver, and then the victim of a crooked and misleading insurance adjuster. Now I get to make sure that never happens to any of my clients. I love what I do, taking care of my biker brothers and sisters, and taking it to those insurance companies who would love nothing more than to stick it to you. I’m happy to be an expert at that, and take pride in helping other California riders get what they deserve. But if you need help in the garage, you’d be better off calling my brother.
On this (yet another) rainy December day, ride safe, and stay sunny side up.