"Well there I was talking to the flight controller for Santa Fe when all of a sudden, Kaa chunk, kaa chunk and then just pure silence. Thats the problem with single engine planes they can leave you high and dry, and I'm not talking Martinis here. Well there I was 7 thousand over Arizona, no you better make that 6, err 5, and I knew my ole arse was grass. There in the distance I saw what I thoughts was a
air field, and with this old tub sinking like rock I head'r that way. Just when I was about to set'r down, I realized in my haste to get'r down I forgot to lower the gear. All of a sudden there was sparks a flying and the ole belly of this slug was bouncing up and down. Just then I knew it was the end, a Bright White Light appeared just like I had heard happening. The old plane gave it one more bounce and there between that bright light was a metal sign saying Peterbilt. Thats all I remember."
Wom, ole mate is this heaven. I think I might have broken that Bright White Light.
What are you guys doing in heaven, err, oh I get it, this is....
Flagstaff by morning
“You live and you learn, but if you never learn, at least you are still living.”
— Unknown
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