A flying car of the day:
It just OCCURRED to me. If a bunch of us get flying cars, hey, we could get killed. In the sky there ain’t no fender benders where folks pull over to the side and fuss at each other. You both will probably fall from the sky like the duck who meets the duck hunter who can shoot.
Up there in the sky there is no shoulder of the road to pull over to with a flat tire or a propeller that flies off.
I used to want a flying car but the more I think of it, I better leave the ‘flying’ to the professionals. LOL Sherry wouldn’t go with me anyway and there ain’t no way I could fly this motor home and get 8 miles per gallon.
Some kids had imaginary friends. Me? I had an imaginary plane. It was a little fellow. Not much bigger than a pedal car with wings, but that sucker was like a jet plane before jet planes existed. I flew all over the world. I guess that is why I wanted a flying car. As a matter of fact I invented one in my book, “Ace and Me,” for a short flight.
That was the part one proofer did not like, but we kept it anyway. LOL
As a kid I had a 50 gallon barrel that both ends had been cut out. It was like a big short pipe. With it lying on its side, a friend and I would get in and I would fly us around. We sorta curled up and rocked it back and forth as we flew. LOL Most of the time I just flew solo. ;-)
Life sure moves on, that was back in 1945-46.
I like bloggers' childhood stories. Myra does some good ones. I liked Mama & the Indian Reservation and travels. Susan did a good one lately on ‘Fire in the Trees’ and the snow. Gary goes back to his childhood some. I enjoy it.