I dunno, guys. I mean, all the soul searching is very touching, but I think no one need beat themselves up over anything said here.

It is always interesting to see how people spend more time analyzing poorly written ghibberish than clear concise prose! But for all that, Racecat did not try very hard to communicate. In the end we know more about his computer keyboard than about his bike. And a busted keyboard does not explain the deplorable lack of editing. Pastor Bob's admirable translation notwithstanding, I still don't know what Racecat was trying to say, or why.