Answer: You got me. Question: Who wants a 20 year old car that doesn't run? Holy cow, somebody actually wants Mrs. Linklater's old Audi. The battery's dead. The transmission needs a second gear. The wiring is iffy. The tires ought to be replaced. The gaskets are leaking oil. It could sure use a paint job. And it's got 175,000 miles on it. On the plus side -- the leather seats are good. Well, all except the driver's side seat. It's a little tattered, but not awful awful. And there's a new bumper, thanks to the high school girl who backed out of the parking space next to me and took the old one with her. Hm-m-m-m, why do I feel like that old car is a metaphor for me. Sorry I went there, but it was such a short trip. I wonder if Complete Makeover could make a dent, as it were, in my chassis. Enough with the car stuff. Soon I'll be quoting e.e. cummings. . ."she was brand new. . " Meanwhile, gotta find my digital camera. Where did I put that thing?