May I interrupt to say I'm glad U R, er, back, butt I'm even gladder that you sound like your previous confident self. (Not that you aren't entitled to describe the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune that come your way.) Also, about ths motorcycle thing -- May I point out that motorcycles do not have airbags and expose their riders to all sorts of extraneous slings and arrows, which is a very bad thing given that motorcyclists share the road with little old ladies who aren't wearing their glasses, texting teens and truckers who can't see over their hoods. If you must, get that mopar pony car and don't forget to buckle up. I'm jus' sayin' ...