Laughing, both at Blurr's reaction and his own accomplishment, Cliffjumper shook his helm.

"I don't think about them as calculations, Blurr. I mean, sure, I noticed I suddely had a much better grasp on how long it'd take me to get places at any given speed and slag like that, but never really looked under the blasted hood of it, ya know?"

At least he had something that might help him get control of this stupid thing now, and that was good enough to him. Not that he really felt like practicing, but he'd do it.