I used to spend hours on CK5, laughing my nuts off, posting jabs at other members I knew personally as well as just from the board. It was really the greatest place on the internet. I didn't tell people about it unless I knew them well enough to know if they could comingle with civilized people. Now the tables have turned. I've been gone, and I mean 'GONE' for a year or two, and hoped, but realized the likelihood poor, that CK5 had made it through those 2 years on the net too, without all the dickweeds and arsewholes you have to put up with for about a 20% positive return on your investment. In other words, post, expect 8 arsewhypes to reply, and maybe 2 will be civilized and actually not only answer your questions, but be nice about it too. My re-entry into CK5 has been kind of a rough landing, and it looks like I'm burning up in the re-entry. I realize that I have 'poured out my soul' a couple of times, but hey, when you've been sure you were going to have the grim reaper come knock on the door of your one-room shack in the middle of the night, you get to the point where you really don't care if you offend people, you say what you want, tell people off when they piss you off, and of course get just a bit bitter. I love this story: I had a lot of violence for the first 20 or so years of my life, so determined that before having children I would have to get that under control. Self-help books, therapy, talking to lots of dads, etc. And when the time came where I rightly got mad (many parents discipline based on how their day went rather than letting the punishment fit the crime...) and should have disciplined my son, I think he was two, I couldn't do it. I absolutely, positively could not raise my hand even to give him a little heart-breaking spank on the diaper to let him know, "NO". My wife was furious. I had completely taken all the wrong classes. I need to know HOW to discipline, not fear over-doing it!!! Anyway, one day I'm pumping gas and my kids are in the back seat of the Camaro, still strapped in, paying at the pump. Punk kid (I'm 36 now, 35 at the time) pulls up with the "I'm doing my own body work in my garage" look, headers with turndowns under the rear axle (I can tell by the sound, didn't have to check it out. 302, aluminum intake and JUNK Holley greezy as hell on top of it, half the vacuum ports blocked off, the other half leaking vacuum. Probably thought it was cool to hear it idle at 3,000 due to all the vacuum leaks. Looked like a monkey could have done a better job of installing a motor when he opened the hood. I'm in my '97 Camaro SS, no visible mods, but a 13.01-13.03 car. 6 speed. Kid wants to race, I say I'd love to, but not with the kids in the car. He looks in to see the kids in the back seat. I told him maybe later out on University where everybody cruises, but no way no how do I race with kids in the car, and rarely in town in broad daylight for any reason (except for the NEW HEMI Charger I had to WAX!!!)... Kid said something like "****ing Pussy, gets in his car, and drives off. I got back in, not sure whether the kids heard any of it or not, and Son asks me, "Why didn't you hit that guy Dad?" I say, "What???" He says, "He called you a pussy (son is 6) and if a kid calls me names on the playground I punch him!!!) I couldn't be more proud!!! So we pulled over and had ice cream while we had a long lectue about violence, when to use it, when to use a LOT of it, when to run, and when to walk away. I was raised that you should never, ever start a fight, but if one comes looking for you, you'd better finish it and make an example of it or you're in for a lot more of it down the road. And all these years I was worried I would haul of and plant one in some guy's throat right in front of my kids, and the learned more on the playground than I knew when I was 10!!! Anyway, I have forums to go to for 'special people' like me, recovering from major illness and the aftermath of whatever happens to your family, but I'm sick of that and I really want to talk about cars and trucks, and I haven't made it past the lounge yet nor made myself useful yet, but I don't know any more than I knew 2 years ago, so... Bubba, I think you and I threw a few punches here and there but I really like you, and I wonder what you think... I know what my Doc is going to say! "Scott, you just went through so much trauma in your head, both physical and emotional, you just can't expect to be ready to interact with your old, comfortable world yet. It won't feel comfortable when you walk in, and then where will you be? Wait a litle longer with the internet friends before trying the real 3D ones, OK?" Yeah, she's said this before, but internet friends can't yell "Yee-Haw" when you're digging 6" deep ruts through your back yard while pushing an old junk car sideways into the jungle, so as not to attract attention to it. Job well done. With the crazy tan soil you guys have here, the ruts were like a neon sign pointing right to the scene of the crime!!! My life is in your hands, Bubba. What would YOU Do?