DAMN. I spent the last few days up on Long Island now that Tshy has moved up there. The driving wasn't horrible except for the highway ride there and highway ride back. Apparently the left lane on some of the highways has drainage greats, and apparentlly some of them are quite sunken in. If I still had my crappy tires I would have lost control the first time I hit one of those doing the speed limit. Then on the ride back I realized I didn't know what "getting cut off" meant. People didn't pull in front of me in a space there car just fit in. No they pulled in front of me when there was about 1/4 of a car length between me and the car in front of me. I was really debating whether I cared about my passenger side fender enough NOT to plow their back door out. Good thing I didn't drive my suburban, I would still be sitting in traffic talking to the cops. Oh and that didn't happen once it happened twice. Blared the horn at the woman who did it to me the second time and she didn't even bat an eyelash. I've never felt better to be back in my sleepy little home town than I did yesterday morning. All that and my 97 Vortec motored rig sprung a nice intake gasket leak. So about half as fast as I poured it in it flowed out. About everytime I stopped and shut it off I had to refill the radiator. Fun I tell you, FUN! On another note, it was really great to see Tshy and meet her Dad finally(I think he likes me ) And Ratch, HOW DO YOU LIVE THERE??