LIAR!
I wasn't screaming...that was the high-pitched squeak that was created when I was pooping my pants after my bung-hole had slammed shut.
Great meeting you Humble and I'm setting up my travel arrangements to stay an extra day to come hang out with you and the gang again.
I'll shoot you pics on the Eberspacher to see if you're interested. I just got back from a week in Denver...24 degrees vs. 70 degrees when in your town.