"The plane was a necessity - a tool to meet an end, to do a job worth more than it cost to run, day-in, day out without complaint like a thousand other jumbos had done until finally it got to old to work and got cut up and turned into coke cans.
And with it came the right and privilege to never, ever have to answer another bloody Stingray email again."
And with it came the right and privilege to never, ever have to answer another bloody Stingray email again."
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.