I've had...

... what alcoholics commonly refer to as as a moment of clarity... it was hard to accept, hard to swallow, but it had to be done... so, after staring at myself in the mirror for what seemed like at least a minute, and swallowing what passes for pride, I promptly walked to the garage... picked up a wrench... and an allen... pulled it off the wall.. and put my front fender back on... 'cause I'm not cool enough to run .. "no front fender". Maybe, someday, I'll be worthy enough... in the likes of the greats.. Jeff, Will, Nick, Dan, Brock, and the rest of the legends... to take my fender back off...

OR...

.... I'm finally there! Paid my dues, did the miles, did the time... I've earned it, and no punk can deny me! This is the weekend that it happens... that I join the ranks of the enlightened ones... that the front fender goes back on! To roll without fear of judgement, knowing that as dudes see me, they will think "wow, he's one of them...!"

OR...

... how about this, as I was wipin' grit outta my teeth and off my face, I decided that I've had shit thrown in my face for the last time, I'm puttin' my front fender back on. If thats un-cool, then fuck cool!