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Au Contraire, my Stevent friend....
Your mechanical marvels may mysticise magnificent Mare, but my mysterious flying machines will whip her mind to a frenzy, as we cavort around the heavens, viewing fabulous vistas that were once just the prviliege of the gods and the birds to purvey.... Majestically, we will swoop and soar amongst the gilded cotton puffs of cloud, cocooned in duaralumin and lexan, with the mighty roar of the engine, blended with the screams of delight!
Haha! I speet on your Suzuki, and as for your Rangie - well, next you will be telling me that you wear a tatty old Barbour jacket, green wellies, and own a Springer Spaniel called Ben....
Hah...
Stalks off to the hangar to smoke a quick woodbine and glug a snort of whiskey before the dawn patrol!
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""Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum"
Vegetius 390AD
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