The steering is still there. Hell the brakes even work, just not until a good amount of galloping, kicking out and head twisting have occurred! He's like a little kid that just heard he's going to Disney World. He just can't contain himself. He's just running through my aids and giving me the finger in 72 point pica. Sounds like everyone's on the same page about how to address it, so we'll just keep on the same path...hopefully not at 40 mph. It's like riding on the outside of an Amtrack train.