Yep! Good point there, Bill. The last time I checked, "bare-bones" isn't synonymous with "fancy", alright!

That reminds me of the first time I took Judie for a ride in it. After we hit a fog bank along the coast I asked her if she'd like me to turn on the heater. She replied, "This thing has a HEATER?" To which I replied, "NOPE. This baby is bare-bones to the core! I was just funnin' with ya there."

(she found little humor in that, BTW)


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)