“Luck: a force that brings good fortune or adversity.” – Merriam-Webster
“May The Force be with you.” – various Jedi knights
I like the idea of luck being a force–like it has power and that it even can move. Like Andy Dufresne says in Shawshank Redemption: “Bad luck, I guess. It floats around. It’s got to land on somebody. It was my turn, that’s all. I was in the path of the tornado. I just didn’t expect the storm would last as long as it has.”
While I could bitch about how things have never come easy to me I’ll spare my readers the laundry list of gripes and just let them know that it took me four (or was it five?) times to pass my driver’s test, multiple times to pass the written motorcycle test, and decades later, when I wanted to ride a scooter around and needed a new Class M, I failed the final riding exam crashing twice, cracking my ribs.
With that said I can’t say how many times on my bicycle and my scooter I have had close calls, but had the good luck to be a little to the right or left of a pot hole I didn’t see, or ten seconds ahead or behind a car the didn’t see me. And that’s just talking about my good luck while commuting. I think it is fair to say that with all the little things I have to complain about The Force is definitely with me.
Burger Scoot 