Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: after years of pining, i finally got myself a motorcycle. nothing impressive by most standards, but it was my dream bike - a used 2006 ninja 250, black with silver flame detailing. i had never been happier. 
i rode that machine everywhere. on this particular day, i was about to embark on a 1.5hr drive to go see my bestie. i was too broke to afford proper saddlebags, so i was using the bag my helmet came in. it had never been a problem before - usually it was so stuffed with laundry it held itself up away from the exhaust. i intended to stay overnight, so i packed much lighter. some nice shirts, a change of shoes, pj's, etc. it hung much lower and my hasty strap-job made my gut scream in warning. i had a fleeting vision of the bag sliding down and sitting on my exhaust. "nah," i said, those infamous words, "it will be fine." i bungeed my chaps to the top of the seat and off i went.  

i flew down the interstate. i don't think i went less than 80 the entire way. i passed everyone - some crazy biker goddess who couldn't be bothered to stop for anything. the wind gets wicked loud when i ride, so i couldn't hear a thing. i distinctly remember seeing this shitty blue truck with four large barrels in the back. i passed by it, like all the others, but little did i know the truck would play a key role in the events to come. 

it felt like at least 10 minutes had passed since i left the truck in my dust. there was a bit of construction just before the exit i needed. i spied a semi just ahead and said "no fucking way am i getting stuck behind that." i gunned it, and blew by the semi before the lanes merged to one. wary of a fine, i slowed down to a more rational speed,and that's when i saw it.

smoke. 

"...oh fuck!!!"

i had been going so fast, i didn't see it. it had been in my blind spot for who knows how long. i shut that thing down, hands and feet clamping down on both breaks and the clutch. i'm still amazed at the coordination i had as i leapt off the bike, threw it against the guard rail, and started to tear off the flaming bag of clothing. as i was stomping out flames on the ground and beating at the mangled plastic of my side panels, that semi stopped in the middle of the construction zone and asked if i was okay. i merely hung my head in shame and waved him on. nothing kills your sense of bad-assery like setting yourself on fire. 

all my clothes were lost. my chaps were fine. my side panel was wrecked, my chain guard was messed up pretty bad, and the hannaford bag i had wrapped my clothing in was fused to my exhaust. i could read every letter amid the black, charred evidence of my embarrassment. in all honesty, i didn't care about my clothes. i cared about the hundreds and hundreds of dollars in cosmetic damage i had just done to the thing i loved the most. i was so mad at myself i almost cried. 

that's when that blue truck finally caught up to me. an old guy with a beer belly and santa-claus beard refused to be waved on by me and pulled over. "i've been trying to catch you!" he said "but you're too damn fast!" all that time. holy shit, how long had i been burning? how many people had tried to get my attention - their beeps and honks drowned out by wind and distance? after seeing i was okay, he helped me dispose of the clothes and pull the bike off the rail. the bike started without incident and with a "thank you" i slunk away with my tail between my legs. 

i walked into my friends house in full gear, and just stared at her. "...where have you been?" 
"...i was on fire."
she looks at me a minute and just erupts with laughter. 

gave the interstate a show. fucked up my bike. kids, never ever ignore your gut. bad shit happens.


fun fact: my boyfriend calls me "ghost rider".


edit: removed unnecessary cursing. added a sentence.

TIFU by setting my motorcycle on fire.