The matters requiring attention in my new Pake have been attended to. Now, it turns left. It turns right. It speeds up. It slows down. It slices, it dices, it juliennes! I don't care what the etymologists at the weekly rags say for the sake of ad revenue. They're probably SUV jockeys, anyway. I f-a-r-r-r-r-t in their general direction as I cleave Norman's traffic with my street eating machine!

My OCP roadie is now for sale.

Peace.
G.

Sweet! glad to hear it all came out in the wash. It did sound like the shop that built it was not all there, but perhaps you caught them on a bad day.

Now get a room you two. Go love that Pake somewhere else!