Another thread started by a youthful Pelican longing for a purple long hood reminded me of several of my past foibles where my idea of what it would be like to own, do, have something and when I made it a reality it wasn't nearly as fulfilling.
So what about it, folks? What are some instances of reality biting you in the arse?
A few of mine:
Buying a new motocross bike at the age of 30 thinking I could still ride like I was 16. Reality: Broke both arms on my first outing.
A used Alfa Spyder purchased to enjoy summer drives to the beach. Reality: a blown engine stranding me in the middle of nowhere halfway to my beach destination in 100 degree heat.
A threesome with two beautiful women. Reality: Initially a hoot but ending up in Fatal Attraction 2. And I don't mean a movie sequel
