Originally Posted by recneps
Frame geometry is your home boy.
little girls like 50 on the trail when real men like me like 5.
As trail approaches zero, rider approaches fakenger.
You're nearly there.
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This is Africa, 1943. War spits out its violence overhead and the sandy graveyard swallows it up. Her name is King Nine, B-25, medium bomber, Twelfth Air Force. On a hot, still morning she took off from Tunisia to bomb the southern tip of Italy. An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank and, like a wounded bird, this is where she landed, not to return on this day, or any other day.