My mirrors fold back just enough at an even ton so I can see myself in them, as if I'm saying to myself, "Self, take one good last look at your ugly mug, cause if you crash and the impact don't kill ya the wife will." After what I put the wife through with the last crash I wouldn't blame her, I feel bad for her having to have seen me that way, hooked up to machines, with the halo on the leg, and then her having to wipe my ass for me, it wasn't pretty.