Well, okay: Actually, I suppose I'll survive. . . and we'll muddle through. . . . . . but while I was in Unca Stevie's House o' Pain putting Dinan wheels on the Woadster, the fair Kelly slipped her 335i into the Dinan shop where a pile of fourteen-year-old kids, it seemed, happily plugged alien probes into her car and hit the switch. Forty-five minutes later the damn thing emerged with Dinan software managing the eentsy-beentsy turbos. So of course the first thing we did was hit the on-ramp, her leading and me gobbling up the road behind her as we ran up through the gears. . . But then she hit third. And pulled away. @#%!! Remember the line from "Hickey And Boggs"? Robert Culp says, "I gotta get me a bigger gun. I can't hit nothin' with this gun."