Poor, poor Suave. He pined through the lonely nights; looking, hoping for my return home. In his sleep, he would cry out "Let's build and drive!" only to awaken to an empty, abandoned shop echoing with memories of the smell of fused metal, hammering, bending, shaping and, and . . .
But, the inevitable happened...Suave moved on. He found a new friend with whom he can share his sadness; The Dude.
Please, those of you here who know Suave, encourage him to hang on; to wait with the patience of Job. We will build and drive again. In time, Suave.