Shopping for my headlamps wasn't easy. For me shopping never is.
I had a conversation with myself standing in front of a wall of headlamps "Mike doesn't like those, but what about these?"
But let's not get ahead of ourselves, let's go back to the beginning.
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth...
And God said "Let there be light", and there was light.
God saw that the light was good...
and then Brad promptly lost that light somewhere amongst basement clutter and junk. But yes, it was a good one.
So Brad checked out the selection of headlamps online.
After much perusing and procrastinating (which pretty much describes my shopping "strategy"), I decided on two models. Neither of which I bought, naturally, because I had a last minute conversation with myself standing in front of the...you know.
I clicked and flicked, poked and prodded, and eventually fell for the simplistic charms of the BD Ion.
Then I got it home and only then remembered what Mike said about the battery compartment. There was a moment when the companionable devil on my left shoulder dressed in red work coveralls said "Use a feckin tool to pry that sonoffabitch battery compartment open!!" while the impracticably white dressed prima donna on my right shoulder said "Shoulda listened to Mike." Awww fff. I put the bread knife down and tried one last time to gingerly pry open the tight plastic itty bitty door...and it popped open. Let's hope the batteries last a long time. The unit seems solid and easy to operate. I showed my wife, and like always with any new thing I buy, she was unimpressed. "Where's the other headlamp? I liked that one. It was a good one"
Ohh ffffff sometimes ya can't win.
