I thought the feedback was good enough. Guess not. All right, since you asked, here's the story. It all started in a little town called Tucson, far..far..away. Thank god! No screw this! I wanta go ride my bike! And I can't type worth a hoot. So more on this later if I can figure out where this is going and how to get back to it. Ok, a little bit for now. In a nut shell, I bought this motorcycle (the item I had shipped BTW) while I was visiting relatives down in Tucson, Az. Didn't mean to keep her after I left, but she kinda grew on me, see. Anyways, I stayed too long to drive her back home here (Silverdale, Wa) cause it got too cold. Plan A: Leave it with one of my brothers, sisters, nephews or nieces living in Tucson. Fly back in the spring and rescue her. Due to certain things that happen while I was there, I didn't want to go back. At least, not until hell froze over. More on that in "The Tucson story (long version)"... maybe. Needless to say, once I got back home, I started immediate work on Plan B (shipping it). After finally getting my broadband hooked up again, I curly-combed the internet for a reasonably priced shipping company to get my poor bike back. Didn't want to go back to Tucson, see. Came across this thing called Uship, the rest is history and I'm happy now. Is that good enough for now? I wanta go ride my bike! All right, more later if there's any interest. I'm running out of characters anyways. How does Uship expect someone to write a novel about their shipping experiance? Later.