Most of ya know I gotta hard time carryin' a conversation with folks since few speak my dilek. But I do purdee guud at gittin' arount tha kuntree on my own, mainly 'causea' GPS and it's forunner...tha COMPASS. Remember that item...that's tha cork floatin' in wiskee witha needle stuck in it that Al Gore invented about tha same time he thunk up the I-net?? But lately...onena my rigs has gottin kinda punky...billyboygates has been buyin' up them Rockwell buzzards up in tha overhaid and tryin ta make dineros off 'em by chargin' for directions. So now ya gotta option regardin' "NAV" stuff: http://www.perpetualkid.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&ProdID=2668 Fitz right in with those of ya what havea hard time keepin' them battrees charged with 'lectrons. This leetle manualy-operated deevise oughtta last purdeee guud until billyboy throws away Yahoo and decides ta swap it for them Googles, then ya kin just burn the leetle dealybob in tha fire place and be dun with "tek" without havin' ta pay a lektron disposal fee. Bet that rig is recycled from outhouse paper an corncobs too, so it's all green and organic for them granola chompers what push them outtagas IH junkpiles arount for aerobic conditioning. Jeff Easterbrook!!! Pay tension here!