Good one, Mark. Reminded me of a motorcycle trip I took one weekend. I was on my way home with about 250-kms to go when I stopped for a breather. I got onto the bike and tried to start it: nothing! I turned the key off and on and tried again: nothing again! I got off the bike and checked the plug wires to see that they were snug: all good! I stood there and wondered what the hell could be wrong while simultaneously thinking about the cell phone and having to call for help. I sat on the bike again still thinking about my situation when I noticed that the kill switch was in the kill position. A couple of swear words later I was on my way doing 200-kmph with my humility on fire (thought I was gonna say with my hair on fire didn't ya - I saw Top Gun, too, ya know). I must have leaned on the switch and switched it to kill while getting off the bike.

Robert N Pruden