Going home last night after yet another long day, I hear a car behind me honking. Not really rude or aggressive, more like the "honk honk honk" of someone trying to get your attention. So I look in the rear view mirror, and the chick behind me starts pointing down and to my left. So I look down at my left side, and see my saddlebag hanging by one bolt.
I wave at her, pull over, open the bag, and see that the rear bolt has just sheared right the hell off. One half was sitting in the bag, the other half was still screwed into the fender. Cheap-ass Chinesium bolt, I guess.
So I'm driving until I can get another bolt. To say I was pissed off last night would be an understatement. I gotta get to Fastenall, because none of the home depot stores have what I need.