A few years back I was at an off-road motorcycle training session for kids under 16 years old.
I went to sign the injury/death waiver and get my creds, and ran into another guy whose work I was familiar with. We exchanged the usual pleasantries, and he was shooting with the the then-brand-new 7D.
I said, "Damn it! As with my sex life, my equipment is clearly not of professional quality." To which he replied, "Well, you know, in both situations, it always comes down to the man behind it." Those were the last words as we parted ways.
Less than an hour later: I had climbed a sharp, steep ridge behind a berm to shoot. Lost my footing in some sand and fell backwards, clutching my camera and bag to my chest. As I lay on the ground with everything on top of me (undamaged!) the other guy appeared out of nowhere, said only, "Or beneath it." and walked on.
I damn near pissed myself laughing. We are good friends now, and he's taught me a lot (some of it about photography).