That much-vaunted aircraft is still not here. I suppose it’s only to be expected that is flying about somewhere out there, but I do not have all day. I have mischief to cause! Yet here we sit, cooling our heels…
Although I suppose we could cool them over there by that…primitive-looking vehicle.
I am not sure of the purpose behind its presence at an airstrip. Perhaps it is to remind the mortals of how far they’ve come in a century or so. Clunky, undependable, black rattletrap to clunky, unreliable, don’t-know-what-color-it-is-yet-since-it-is-still-not-HERE, flying tin-can. Truly–it is remarkable progress!
The owners seem to be proud of it, however. The hood is quite shiny, and the headlamps are polished. There is a large Dipteran in the grille, however, so minus several hundred points for that.
There is still nothing happening on the airstrip. I am growing bored, and a bored Loki is an extra mischievous Loki…
Do you know–this machine is so simple that bet I could drive it, even without instruction..
Hop in, Beloved, and let us see how fast this old bucket of bolts will go.
You work the pedals; I’ll steer!