Tombstone

My husband has purchased a motorcycle. He is slowly adding on options. Last night he was trying to install a windshield onto the handlebars. The name of the shield was Tombstone. How foreboding. He looked at the directions and drew a blank. He then called me out. I got a bit further down the line and then was stymied. We had to call in the real troops, our younger son. By the time he arrived it was dark out. He sat in the driveway, in the dark, reading the instructions. He figured it out and within a few minutes it was on the bike. My husband now has a brand new tombstone all hooked up and ready to go.