shit, i didnt notice that, somewhere over there is the mummified remains of a GS owner leaning next to a dust covered bike in a gloomy garage, with a laptop on the blue screen casting an eerie light. At his feet written on the floor in an old oil stain is the word "patience", as he slowly starved to death while he waited for a reply to get his bike going so he could go to the shop and buy food! AND IT'S OUR FAULT! I'm so ashamed!