The easy way, and the hard way.
The hard way makes you feel like a frustrated three-year-old, seconds away from a spectacular public tantrum.
You try on a dozen female motorcycle helmets while the salesman grins, and offers useless advice. All the helmets seem the same.
And after trying on so many, now you look like you slept on a park bench.
When you open that garage door, it’s a bit like entering the Bat Cave.
Only no-one’s wearing a cape.