Sometimes our stories are so attractive, or so seductive, that we resist amending them in the face of contravening experience. This little story is embarrassingly close to how our minds often work:
A mischievous motorcyclist is cruising along a back highway, on a dark night, when he sees two lights in the oncoming lane. The two lights are far apart. The cyclist recognizes these lights as two side-by-side motorcyclists riding toward him, and gets an idea. He decides to pop into their lane at the last moment, pass between them, and give them a good fright.
As it turns out, the separated lights are headlights on an unusually wide car. The mischievous cyclist crashes and rolls over the top of the car. The cyclist wakes up in the hospital and says to the nurse: “those guys must’a been holdin hands”.