I buzz them, close, dipping down into the gully and over a ridge to keep away from missile lock. Smoke and flame pours from my engine and the prop slowly dies. I decrease the landing gear, point my nose down the mountain, and try to glide her down to the freeway. I really feel no modest amount of pride as I touch down in heavy traffic.
Harassment by maniacs, although, in some cases feels like…
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