Aah. You kids 'n' yer fancy horseless cairrage contraptions. Who needs 'em! In my day, if you wanted to get somewhere, you'd rent a dirigible and fly over. It cost 3 ha''ny per day, but you could take it anywhere and you didn't have to stop to refuel. They were o-course propelled by a fan attached to a bicycle chain, so all you had to do was pedal; not even, if the wind was goin' your way.
You didn't have to worry about missin' the airbus either. If you were late, you just picked up one o' the mile long mooring ropes and put on yer roller-wellies. 'Twas quicker too, as you needn't wait for the ground crew to wrest it down.
This thread reminds me of that one day I missed the Double Dutch bus.
Well, I've missed my bus, I know I'm late. I've gotta do something I know I hate. I'm gonna walk to work, fifteen blocks I already got a hole in my socks.
It was moving pretty fast, so I had to kind of shuffle my feet.
