Jeez Jon, that's the biggest single secret of the entire Hackney Fuso Technicolor Epic Saga of Spending.
That secret was more closely held than the actual rolling weight.
What happens when Steph gets on ExPo and finds out what I spent on that Snap-On Ratchet of the Gods?
But now, there it is, in undeniable Black and White, that which had, up to now, ranked right up there with He Who Shall Not Be Named.
It was, without exception, the Tool That Shall Not Be Priced.
Although I had plenty of opportunities to demonstrate its use to her along various Chicken Bus roads and two-tracks, thus, in some small way, laying the foundation for rationalizing its preciousness, I am not confident that I achieved meaningful price-fallout mitigation.
Therefore, I will henceforth be in the Fed's Witness Protection Program, probably unreachable and offline...