Dammit, Jcarr. You magnificent bastard.

I thought you were going to say that you replaced your windshield with plywood.

When my young son barfed all over the back seat of a rental car. We were on the way to the airport to pick up his uncle. I pulled off the interstate and found a gas station with a vacuum and used that to clean up all the putrid pasta in the back seat. Then it was off to Walmart to buy him a change of clothes, and I…

I have to question your literal translation, and maybe a native German speaker could chime in here. Is it really dead as in death, or dead as in a dead spot where you can’t see?

Rule No. 1: Fly the plane.

That’s no ordinary rabbit.

“In my opinion, the M1 rifle is the greatest battle implement ever devised.”

Indeed.

“My name is Pussy. Pussy Galore.”

Nah, didn’t want to go to Santa Fe. I wanted to put Albuquerque in the rearview mirror.

I have driven through it once, but never left the interstate. We were on our way to Santa Rosa for the night.

The release states that from 152 feet away, Aledda was “not in the position to correctly assess the situation or in a position to accurately fire,”

Right now, Bernie is kicking himself for not thinking of this.

Nobody ever crashed into the sky.

It’s an impressive maneuver, but it’s pretty useless in combat. It’s sort of the like the stunt that Maverick pulled in Top Gun, but you lose so much energy that your opponent would be long gone. Speed is life.

Top Flyer in his class at the USAF Academy.

Would have flown it out to sea.