I tilt at proverbial windmills all the time. :-) It's a habit I've never broken. Patron Saint of Lost Causes -- halo bent, dusty and a bit off-kilter. Battered by the blades of more than one windmill, and the great number of keepers and protectors of windmills far and wide, whether we need the darn things or not. And most, we're better off without -- or they need conquering. But, alas, I ride alone. It is my lot -- I am, quixotic.