In a message dated 7/1/05 1:00:09 PM, ryan_alfonso@COMCAST.NET writes:

<< Not sure what came over me. >>

You succumbed to the Gucci Syndrome.  I'm not sure if there is a recognized
treatment for it.  I found that slamming down a few Wild Turkeys with Yuengling
Lager chasers while "Bad to the Bone" is blaring on a jukebox will eventually
produce good results.  It also helps to have something sweet and soft, who is
getting more wasted than yourself, sitting at your side.

A less fun cure is to mount a 2 inch, phenolic machine tool ball knob.  I got
a black one with a brass insert for $2.54.  If I had wanted to go with the
Pimp-My-Ride Red, it would have cost another buck.  The only drawback to this
austere but tasteful number is that sooner or later your Sweetheart will demand
a shift gate pattern sticker be stuck on the dash.

George