if i could have got one of those girls to quit crying and sit on my motor the other day for the hour ride in after i hit whatever knocked the stainless blade off my 24 chopper at 6 k rpm, than ill continue to smile that it didnt happen at 75k rpm, and i can laugh about my hula dancing wobbling
handgrenade, and the ratio of gear cases, pistons, and smiles i get, in one summer. wait till winter...