Aside from the fog in some areas, and when i was briefly caught in a tree top, it was an enjoyable ride. Then, once I was over the Moors, the engine died, and so, I was stuck for a time a few hundred feet off the ground, and me without my parachute. After a few minutes of tinkering with the machine (consisting of much kicking the sides and cursing, I was so unladylike, fortunatly noone else was that high up to witness), I noticed it was slowly lowering itself anyway, Apparently with the engine stopped, there is nothing keeping the airbags inflated.
Cap'n Aya, at your service
foggy out
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