Hmmmm...this reminds me. I once knew a guy who had NO arms OR legs! His wife hung him up on the wall at night when he was sleepy. His name was Art.

He rode too. A Bobber, if I recall rightly.

(oh geez...I gotta go now)

Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)