Ah yes, poor Johnny. But alas, Bonehead, you have forgotten to mention WHY poor Johnny has gotten lost. The poor soul has fallen in LOVE. That's right my friends, an excellent rider has fallen off of his bike into the tangled brambles of emotional rapture. Run smack-dab into the tree of carnal bliss. He's taken a nose-dive into the whoops of honey-bunny-snuggle-muffindom. Poor Johnny. I won't go into details, well, not in this post, but the proof is in the "puddin". Come to think of it, I could write one heck of a post on this topic. Any thoughts?