I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking these guys, this Manual for Speed operation, it’s some high level shit, like full-on Agency-style, like organized-integrated-inter-connectivity on lock, right-brain-and-the-left-brain, bicoastal, internationally curious, the whole deal. But sometimes Emiliano and I don’t have time to discuss every detail of everything that we’re working on, sometimes a bag of niece’s-homemade-art-project-looking heart-shaped magnets festooned with color and the letters ‘MFS’ just shows up at my house without warning and/or explanation and I’m expected to just figure it out. It wasn’t that hard. Magnets stick to metal. Cars are made of metal. I’m renting a car in the Netherlands for the Tour de France, I should travel with all 9 pounds of magnets to Europe and put them on my Clio when I get there. Which I did. I didn’t know why, and you know what, I didn’t need to know why. I still don’t know why. But guys, they make the car look pretty and people have been stealing them, so clearly they’re popular, they’re kinda like calling cards. Heart-shaped objects promote love, love promotes sex and the transmission of disease, I think I’m starting to get it, they’re just… fun.