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First of all, usually I hear the pump click a few times before I start 'er up. Last night (it was much colder than usual, not that it makes a difference) when I was heading home from work I got on, turned the key and didn't hear anything. The bike ran perfectly fine all the way home (and I had ~145 miles on that particular tank). For kicks, about 1 mile away from my house I turned the fuel off, pulled in and parked. I let the bike sit for a minute or so and turned the key ON again to my surprise I didn't hear the clicking. I am presuming that my pump is toast (I will check the pump by jumping it from the battery when I get home to verify pump and not the relay)... My questions are this: 1) Will our bikes run quite well (hard acceleration, high speeds, etc) even if the pump isn't pumping and I only have 1-2 gallons left in the tank? 2) What all is necessary to pick up if I go pick up one of those Mr. gasket pumps? Do I just need to get the appropriate fittings so that the hoses will effectively be out of one end? I recall reading that the #42s pump was no longer an option because it was redesigned - what is the difference between the 'new' and 'old' designs and what is it about the 'new' design that makes it not work for us? Muchos grassybutt folks. (That's thanks a lot for those of you that don't speak spanglish).

if you like country,blue grass, old timey country or gospel, we're going to athen, Al tomorrow to hear some. they also have arts &crafts there also. hope tp be there around 10am. so if you are close to there come on out and enjoy it, we will. it around 10 or 15 dollars to get in for all day. they stanp your hand so you can leave and come back. we're spending the night and going home on sunday. it's held at athen's state community college right in the middle of town, just ask anybody there and they'll tell you how to get there.

I'm new here, but thought I'd share. Wife is preggers, and had a appointment today. Doc said she was 2cm dilated and 75% effaced. He said baby will be here within the week, if not tonight. She's been having contractions since yesterday. They got down under 7 minutes apart about midnight, so I took her to the hospital. They think her water has broke, but they are having a difficult time confirming it. They won't let her go home, but they won't admit her yet, either. So now we are in limbo. When our first was born (13 years ago), we went to the hospital at 5PM, and had the same song and dance. Four hours later he was born. I was worried about how fast it happened last time, and this being her second child may make it even quicker. Now it kinda sux because we could have been home getting some sleep. Oh well, better safe than sorry. Oh well. Coffee break is over. I'll update when there is news.

I have a set of Khrome werks of my new to me 2002 venture. They are just a bit to loud and I'm sure I'm waking neighbors up at 4:30 in the morning comming home from work. I was wondering if they can be repacked to make them a quieter?

This is one of the best emails I have gotten in a while! An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of. He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; He then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the Hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall and again slept for about an hour. This continued off and on for several weeks. Curious I pinned a note to his collar: 'I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is And ask if you are aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.' The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar: 'He lives in a home with 6 children, 2 under the age of 3 - he's trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?

Hey folks, Linda and I got home last Saturday and besides burning out a stator and blowing my Works shock on the 4th day getting to Reno, getting hit by a deer going into the North Rim of the Grand Canyon and getting a flat going into the South Rim, we had a great time for eighteen days and 5,500 miles. This was a group ride with my local riding group (where Don was once one of us) and the main ride was to do a 6 day of a tour of Northern California, set up by one of the local motorcycle touring companies. One of our guys found this company and talked them into selected the routes and providing the accomodations for the 6 days (we didn't need a guide). It first started out as a group flying to Reno and renting bikes, but ended up with 5 of us taking 4 days to ride to Reno and flying the wives into Reno. One of the couples did fly and rent a bike while 2 transported their bikes to Reno and flew in and then rode back with Linda and I on a 5 day trip. So it was a guys (5 bikes) 4 day ride to Reno: Dallas to Roswell, NM, to Pinetop, AZ, to Barstow, CA, to Reno, NV. I chose this route to check out SR-260 across central Arizona from Springerville to Camp Verde. Then it was 6 days (9 bikes) traveling in Northern California: Reno to Red Bluff, CA, to Ft Bragg, to Napa, to Oakhurst (Yosemite), to Sonora, to Reno. The last day, Linda and I beat it back to Reno where I had an appointment at the Yamaha shop to replace my stator and install a used shock (to get us home). When we left Reno Sunday, many of the wives flew back while Linda and another wife rode back to Texas with 5 other single bikes (7 total). I planned a route back to take as many National Parks and interesting roads as possible and make it back home in 5 days: Reno to Cedar City, UT, Bryce Canyon, had to skip Zion because of road construction, Jacob Lake and the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, South Rim, Monument Valley, Durango, CO, Taos, NM, Las Vegas, NM, Tucumcari, NM and home. We were most impressed with the North Rim location and would like to go back and stay a few days? Here is the link to my pictures on Photo Bucket, where you probably won't recognize anyone out side of my wife Linda and Rex Adams (Linda was with me at Don's MD and Rex came with me last year): http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp162/MTATX6/2010%20Northern%20California%20from%20Rick/ Oh, I rode 6 days without a stator by removing the fuse to the headlight which also got my running lights but kept turn signals and brake lights. Then every evening, I would pull the battery and charge it up in the room. Since I had a trailer, I also bought a Black & Decker Jumper Battery which came in handy to jump start a bike (which came in handy on more than one occasion). Now Linda and I just dealt with the blown shock by riding slower than usual and picking the smoothest parts of the road, where my 1,200lb spring on the Works helped out some. More than likely this will be our last long ride of this magnitude. Since 1980 Linda and I have taken a 2 week bike vacation just about every year where we have ridden in all lower 48 states (some multiple times) 4 Canadian Provinces and we also took a group to Copper Canyon, Mexico in 2001. Next year we plan on hauling the Venture to Yellowstone (which we have been to countless times) stay and ride 3-4 days, load it up and head for Glacier for another 3-4 days of riding and then load up and go home. But we will continue to take extended rides to Arkansas, etc which are within a few hours ride. Gotta love this continent of ours, Rick

Left home on 1 Sept. Got home today, 18 Sept. 4200+ miles. Great time, no mishaps. Full report with pictures tomorrow... I'm tired. As promised... see below.

Got home in the middle of the night. Got in my Bed and slept real late!! Done had Brown Sugar fired up this morning and she sounds ready to go somewhere. Don't want to see a beach for a while. Longest real Vacation I've taken in a long long time. Just went with no real plans, saw a lot of sand & water. Next time I will head straight for the Gulf!!! Beaches on West side of Flordia a lot nicer. Only made it back up as far as ClearWater. On up the coast of the Gulf might be interesting??Next time.

Yep, Taters was right at home, She got to visit some of her relatives.....and ate a FRIED SNICKERS BAR...still dont know how she could eat that thing.........met up with Steamer and his bride while they worked a vendors site...saw a flying lawnmower, yep a flying lawnmower...lots of laughs...on the way back home we passed ny jerry along with his wife and another couple they ride with..he gave me a shout on the cb and we ended up riding together to Sodus point...what a great day...also stopped for supper at my favorite spot in LeRoy,ny..... the d&r depot....yummm........ Here are a few pics.........P.S. Couldn't get Taters or Little D to wrestle in the "SPUD PIT".

Went down the East coast to the bottom of Flordia. Didn't do the Keys it was raining hard that day so I just went across the Everglades. Then went back up the West Coast as far as Clearwater. Now in Folkston Georgia at son's. Going to stop and watch WVU whip Maryland tomorrow and then head on home. Got burnt a few times stay in some good motels and some not so good but great trip and Warden claims she is tired of Beaches!! I liked the Gulf the best. And those girls down there are going to need some clothes if it gets cold... Ruffy I ment to call you but forgot info and haven' been close to puter since I left.

If I do have to get my wisdom teeth out, I will take a taxi home! This clip is of a brother and sister who both had their wisdom teeth taken out and are headed home! :rotf::rotf: Warning! It is a little lengthy and you might have a chuckle or two! [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ig-pZ4OyidY]YouTube - Brother and Sister Dental Odyssey[/ame]

Dr. just came in an appologized for coming around late. He asked if I wanted to go home. Good thing I don't have a vehicle here or he'd been talking to an empty room!!! :dancefool::dancefool::dancefool::dancefool::dancefool:

A couple weeks ago we bought a lot at http://www.lake-mohawk.org/ We built a home there 15 or so years ago, lived there for 6 years and bought another home in town, then sold the one at Mohawk. We have long wanted to continue fishing w/o having to drive an hour or so to get to fertile waters so we decided to get a lot. Then of course we HAD to have a pontoon boat and that led to needing a trailer to put it in the lake and take it out in the fall. We managed to get that accomplished pretty quick. Then I decided that I HAD to have a trolling motor and I found a used MinnKota 12v 55lb thrust Terrova Of course that leads to a fish finder and I wasn't about to spend $2000. for a Hummingbird 998C so I settled for second best (IMHO) which is the Hummingbird Wide Portrait. Problem is they are pretty scarce but I'll find one somewhere. So if anyone out there has one or knows of one, I sure would like to talk about it with you.

Well on my home from work this morning I lost the head and tail lights, also the speedo lights are out. The brake, turn, and radio still work. I was able able to pull in to a convience store and got my wife to pick me up. I am going to try and get some sleep then back and see what is wrong (I hope). In the mean time any suggestions? It is still dark so I am going to try and get a few hours sleep then make my try at getting the bike back home. Thanks in advance. oh yeah the warning and neutral lights are still working. Ken

Made it to Oklahoma City today, left Tunica Miss. at 5 this am and rode about 500 miles. Will try to make it to Sante Fe, New Mexico Tomorrow. Too dang hot to ride much more than we did today. Hope to be in Jackson Hole on Tuesday and then spend a few days in Yellowstone before heading for the Black Hills. Have had good luck so far, had to replace the new Venom tire that had less than 2500 miles on it but I noticed it was low about 10 minutes before we were to leave home so I guess that was still good luck, better than being on the road and having it go down. Now I have a new Dunlop 404 on the rear, at least until I get back home.

well we made it home awhile ago, and the meet was a total success. we thought it was going to be a washout cuz of rain. got a nice ride in friday and a really great ride saturday. what a great group. everything went picture perfect. i sold my wing to a really great guy, and he rode it all weekend. it was his and his wifes first venture rider meet and i think they really enjoyed it. i know linda and i had a wonderful time. the highlight of the meet was the trip to herman, mo. yesterday. it just happened that there was a fair going on there so we spent several hours sightseeing. i want to thank all the folks that attended. we consider them family. already planning a christmas get together, and a fall meet for next year. the temperature was perfect this time of year. the aftermath of the hurricane came and passed early so we got plenty of riding in. bill

Well I was the last to leave (on a bike) with Black Owl come up behind. Left a little after 1:00 and got home at 6:00 ran in to rain in Little Falls and tried to out run it all the way home. Got to North branch and the sky's let loose. It was great seeing everyone again and Big Bob for the first time. I guess the pork was good I was a liitle indisposed that whole day. Long story $hitty outcome. Mr Rooster made it one more year due to some friendly persuasive pleas from someone holding a shotgun. Maybe next year will his undoing. Great time was had by all. Rick sure liked that special beer beer he bought here in the states. and only 64 calories. OH YA what happen at PIP stays at PIP. Lets just say he was thirsty when he left back home. Thanks for the Grampa/ma Gak and Black Owl for pulling off a great 5th anniversary PIP. And the chef, Chris for cooking the guest of honor to perfection. Ya all chime in when you get home so we know you made it safe. Bubber

Hello Everyone: My wife and I got away for the long weekend. Left our home in Western NE. rode to Saratoga Wyoming then on to Craig CO, Steamboat Springs, Walden, Fort Collins, Cheyenne WY and home. Approx 800 miles. Witnessed a seasoned motorcyclist drift too close to the edge of the blacktop on a curve in downtown Craig CO. His tires rolled into the 4" deep gutter at about 30 MPH. Nasty spill. All over in 15 seconds. Thanks to a full face helmet, leather coat and full finger gloves he walked away with only bruised knuckles. It could happen to anyone of us at anytime.

Below is my wife's description of our ride to AZ and back last month. ARIZONA IN JUNE? It was June 14th, early afternoon, when we left for our big motorcycle trip south to Phoenix. We had planned this trip for weeks; even a few months. The forecast was for a few sprinkles, the temperature was in the mid 60’s and Mike took the dog to the neighbors for her stay. He had mapped the routes going and coming, reviewed them, re-routed them, changed them and finally I printed ‘em! I had made the remark that he couldn’t get us down there and back without a map…(There are few destinations where he needs a map). Then I regretted it, and printed out the maps, anyway. The trunk on the bike was full, side bags were stuffed and I had tied an additional nylon bag above the right side saddle bag. I had rain gear on, since it was in the low 60’s and had drizzled. On top of that, I strapped on my fannie bag and another bag went over my head across my chest holding maps, binoculars, mp3 player and a camera. Behind the windshield, my tour guide and husband wore his NRA leather jacket. Off we went to Arizona! In no time at all we were in Wheatland, where we bunked for the night with dear friends Connie and Clyde. We always have a great visit with them and talked until late-thirty. After coffee the next morning, we made our way to Laramie and then into Colorado. The Black Canyon was an unbelievable sight, looking down thousands of feet from the edge of the highway! It is in the Curecanti National Recreational Area in SW Colorado. The rocky slopes are really black and give this canyon an eerie look. Fortunately there was little traffic and we were almost alone looking over the edge at the viewing area. We stayed in Montrose, CO. in a nice hotel for under $100. The lady at the desk gave Mike directions to a great Mexican restaurant and we called it a night! On Wednesday morning, we headed south on #550 toward Ouray, CO. Some sign said to beware of bicyclists… As we drove through Ouray, we didn’t seem to be drawn to anything resembling a breakfast place, so continued on over Red Mountain Pass. Above Ouray looking down, this little town resembled a European village tucked into a mountain crevasse. And then there were bicycles….! For over seventy miles, on very steep, twisty black-top, there were literally thousands of Kool-Aid drinkin’ bicyclists!! They wanted the whole highway, too! There were cops on motorcycles trying to ride herd on ‘em; trying to keep ‘em in single file to the right of the traffic. It wasn’t workin’!!! It was bicycle day for thousands of these plastic headgear-wearin’, bike shop fashion-wearin;, one track minds sitting on a little bit of a butt seat; paying no attention to the string of campers, pickups pullin’ trailers, and mad tourists behind them on a 10% grade downhill!!! They’ve got to be some brave cuss’s because they’d be a tangled up mess of plastic and shiny spokes, if one of them brake-burnin’ motor homes would have lost their grip comin’ off the mountain!! We were wishin’ we had a cattle prod… We’d have given ‘em a thrill they weren’t expecting on bike day over Red Mt. Pass! After playin’ Mario Brothers with bicyclers, we finally made it to Silverton, CO. and they had breakfast, too! This little town is rich in mining history and old architecture on Main Street still reflects the old west Spanish influence. A little café with a sign that said “home-style cooking” caught our eye and we had a really good late breakfast, while we relaxed the nerves a bit, as well as our butts! When we finished breakfast and visiting with folks from Iowa sitting near our table, we suited up and rode through the San Juan National Forest toward Durango. We got off the highway before Cortez and into Mesa Verde. Cliff dwellers lived in the sides of these sandstone cliffs less than a hundred years A.D. and their homes were still intact for a glimpse into the lives of these natives who lived in a cruel, hot desert. From there, we drove through Cortez and south into the Ute Mountain Indian Reservation. Then, as we drove into the Navajo Indian Reservation, a sand storm blew in with 40-50 mph. winds blowing sand across the highway. The sand accumulated on the side of the highway like a snow drift! At times it was hard to see the vehicles ahead of us. Gallup, New Mexico was a welcome sight and we found a really nice hotel with a Cracker Barrel restaurant within walking distance! With the temperatures rising every day, we made our way south to Phoenix on Thursday. We entered Arizona and took a detour into the Petrified Forest National Park. It was just that; a detour. We both agreed it was a bit overrated, since we saw nothing but petrified logs lying here and there as we drove through the park. We’ve got petrified wood laying in our yard in WY! If we were rock-lickers (geologists), I’m sure the experience would have been worth the boring, hot drive. From Holbrook to Payson, AZ., the temps were still tolerable in the low 90’s, but after we stopped for gas in Payson, we kissed our 90’s goodbye! As we expected, it heated up and by the time we made the winding road, going down in elevation, it got hot! By the time we saw the Phoenix city limits about 2 and a half hours later, our thermometer said 104 and 107! As we hurried through busy four lane traffic, I made it a point to look around and noticed no other motorcycle riders were riding. We hadn’t seen any for a couple of hours! Guess it IS hot, if the locals aren’t riding! Bet there were a few comments about this bike with Wyoming plates driving in Phoenix traffic at 107 degrees! With a phone call, we found Mike’s son’s house. Pat and Jen were a welcome sight and their air conditioner felt good, too! It was moving time the last we saw them; we had helped them move from Colorado to their home in Phoenix. They were getting ready for a graduation supper that night and we hopped on once more for Mike’s cousin’s house. Julia and Randy were waiting for us and they made us feel at home in their large, comfortable Arizona house. Friday was graduation for Mike’s daughter-in-law. She graduated from Midwestern University’s Pharmacy school and the ceremony for these 150 doctors was impressive with the ceremony of robes and colors. After the ceremony, we joined Pat and Jen at their home for a reception with two other friends of Jennifer’s, who also graduated with her class. Saturday morning, Julia and I met Jen and her family at a “Farmers Market” in the park. Now, I’ve been to a “Farmers Market” before, but this one was top shelf! There wasn’t a vegetable there that wasn’t raised organic! Free range chicken and duck eggs, grass fed beef, organic fruit and vegetables galore and even some goat cheese! THIS goat cheese was really good and as my mind remembered how much room we DIDN’T have on the bike, I had to pass on buying goat cheese and other yummy temptations to take home, but I did get some to eat at Julia and Randy’s. Sunday morning Pat and Jen joined us for breakfast and Julia fixed up a great breakfast, including duck eggs from the Farmers Market, for all before we had to pack up the black beast on two wheels. It was over a hundred degrees, again, and we hurried the bike north after a great visit with family. Through Congress, Prescott and Jerome, AZ we rode and our plans were to avoid traffic and not go through the Grand Canyon. We were fueling in Flagstaff and as we watched the forest fire burn east of town, we asked various other travelers if they knew whether our highway north was closed. We sipped on bottled water and watched a couple of boys. They were working as a team at this gas station taking turns approaching customers. They showed those who cooperated the contents of their box of bargains. We saw potential buyers shake their heads, “No”… The boys didn’t get anything sold while we were there… One of them looked a lot like the Karate Kid in the movie. Nobody seemed to know about the closure of the highway, but as we left Flagstaff going east, we were stopped. The highway northeast was closed due to the forest fire and the fighters trying to get it under control. We had to backtrack and drove right through the Grand Canyon National Park! Mike had been there in the early 80’s, but I had never seen it. It’s depth and immensity is amazing!! We were there for the last few hours before sunset and the views were gorgeous! We ran out of daylight and had to drive through the Navajo Reservation to get to Page, AZ, where we found a room. It is near Glen Canyon National Recreational Area and a beautiful contrast of blue water and red rock cliffs make for an awesome view the next morning. On we went to Grand Staircase-Escalante Monument and the “Hoodoos” in Bryce Canyon National Park. Hoodoos are tall needles of rock formations. From Boulder to Torrey, Utah in the Dixie National Forest the scene was out of an elk hunting magazine!! I took pictures trying to capture the white bark on aspen trees in the foreground while catching the pines and canyons in the background. The temperature dropped to the low 60’s and the elevation rose to over 9000 feet for one of the most scenic highways we’ve ever seen!! There were barely any vehicles on this stretch of road and the twisty curves had “Mike” written all over them! Breathless views of aspen valleys and timbered peaks were sure to be home of big bull elk! More than once during our trip I thought of how difficult it would be for anyone to find us, if we went off one of the many curves on those mountain tops. Mike also made mention of it many times and I told him, “You watch the road and I’ll take the pictures!!”. I remembered the copy of our route I intentionally left on my computer desk at home… We pulled in at a Days Inn in Torrey right behind two other groups of bikes. Friendly riders exchanged conversation with us and invited us to join them for supper at the only eatin’ place open after 9:00 pm in town. We enjoyed visiting with these three couples from South Carolina. One was a retired banker, another; a retired HVAC (heating, ventilation, air conditioning) business and the other; current operator of the HVAC business. Since we ate outside, a game of horseshoes provided entertainment over and above the southern drawl of our new friends. Then it was of Glen Canyon, Natural Bridges and to Blanding, Canyonlands National Park and Moab, Utah. Since we had spent a little more time than planned being a tourist, we had to make Rifle, Colorado by bed time, and we did! Another nice, reasonably priced hotel; this time with a rib place within walking distance and we, with our tired butts, were happy! We stopped in Craig, CO the next day after a grueling, rough ride north of Rifle, although the scenery was gorgeous. It seems the rear shock on the bike was failing and with each bump, we had little or no shock absorbing function. I returned a couple of calls to find out a storm had gone through our area that left trees uprooted, roofs blown off and dumped 2-3” of rain. I called a neighbor to hear nothing extreme was noticed where we live. Mike made some phone calls to find out we had no other options, but to keep riding (he wanted to send me home in a car and was worried about my back). I folded my air cushion in half and thanking God, I had a much more comfortable ride as we pointed north. Before we cleared the Colorado border on highway 13 going into Wyoming, we met three semi trucks. The third one in line tried to pass the two trucks ahead of him and we were almost stopped and were driving slowly on the white line, before he cleared to get back in his lane… That was too close! Granted; motorcycles are hard to see, but he nearly made the mistake of his life; and ours… From Rawlins, we headed north through Muddy Gap, Casper and arrived at home in Wyoming by 7 PM! The storm had done little damage to our buildings, rain had been gone long enough for us to get the bike home on our gravel-less gravel road and we thanked God and were grateful for our very awesome and safe trip on the bike.

Had a line on parts bike in Toronto area(no motor--front forks)(don't need them anyways -just need all fairing parts) e-mailed the guy at least 8 times sinse July and only recieve 2 back. Have called phone # and got his sons home which they have no clue about it (they said they would get him to call but nothing yet--been a few days)and tried other and only get answering machine.Any help??

We're heading out on vacation this Friday after work, hope to make it somewhere down in Ohio on Day 1. Beth and I are both off for 2 weeks, and we've made some plans. Memphis...paddle wheeler, Uncle Lou's Chicken, Graceland....Nashville...who knows what? Then off we go like a herd of turtles to San Antonio.....the Alamo, Riverwalk....then over to Tomball-Conroe to meet up with the "Texans". Then, it's off to Savannah, and mosey on north back home. It might not look like much of a plan, but we stop where and when we want to....see something, let's stop....that type of trip. The bike has new front brakes, new Elite 3 tires back and front, going to do fresh engine oil and rear diff oil one night this week.....we did a 700 k trip yesterday, and all appears well, as it should. Yup, we're excited about it.....haven't named it yet...but something along the lines of monkey butt or flat butt tour would probably fit pretty well. Eldest son is taking care of the house, dog and cat....or maybe it's visa versa....hopefully the house is in one piece when we get home So, if you see an 04 Midnite with a couple of smiling, happy Canucks riding...it's probably us! We'll wave at ya. Keep the light on for us! gunk:big-grin-emoticon:

So I was riding home and about 50 mi or so from home I started noticing a klunk when i would go from on power to off power, figured i would check it out when i got home but the bike had other ideas, i was coming around a corner and let off the gas, got back on the throttle and nothing but a BAD grinding noise, the bike seems to go in and out of all gears just fine but no power to the wheel and a bad grinding noise if put into any gear when running, can anyone tell me what i might be up aginst before i start tearing this thing apart?

for all you camper type riders , check this out , http://www.treehugger.com/files/2010/08/buffalino-tiniest-rv-ever.php I think it is a Class A motor home on 3 wheels

Well back home safe from the springs seen 8 Road deer on the way home, You know the ones right on the side of the road and it is a coin flip if they are going in the brush or out on the road ( no road kill me or the deer ). Thank for dinner Buddy I now owe you one. It was good to see everyone and hope to get off for the cave trip in the show me state.

Well folks, I'll be out of touch for at least a few hours. I have the eye surgery at 11:30 tomorrow. I have no idea how long it is supposed to take but I'll probably be home very late tomorrow night. The worse part is that I can't have anything to eat or drink after midnight tonight. No coffee tomorrow morning.....that is NOT a good thing. Anyway, I'll be back with a full report whenever I can. It may be Thursday though. Not sure how I will feel when I get home tomorrow night but I'm thinking probably not very good.