For me it's the Shapton 30K's aloofness and extremely slow-cutting indifference. It's like a beautiful blonde that you sidle up next to at the bar, buy her a drink, lay your best lines on her and yet know in your heart of hearts that you're just not good enough for her. She looks at you, smiles, casts you an accepting glance, but deep down you know she's not listening to you but thinking about someone else. That's how I feel about the 30K as I spray water on her, watch the water flow in front of the edge, yet I cannot see any result from it at all. Sometimes I'll take the 30K with me to the bar, spray water on her there in confidence that, at least in this one case, I can take this girl home with me.