Oh dear, reminds me of the time Robert and I took to long journey up to Mason City. Collegiates there are such a hoot, and we loved hanging out with the young folk. Of course Robert, ever the funster, took to drinking the Pabst at the local bird and bee, and before long, sure enough, was three sheets to the wind and ready to take on the world. Well, little did he know that he had wandered into one of those bars that catered to the alternative lifestyle, and before you know it, he had been propostioned by 5 different gentlemen, all of whom assured him a fun evening, complete with dinner and more drinks. It was well into the festivities that Robert finally figured out that that "trannies" wasn't a word used here in reference to the 5-speed in the Jeepster, and he managed to excuse himself and adjourn the party before any permanent damage was done. Word is there are pictures out there on the world wide web, but thankfully we haven't seen them yet.