So I took matters into my own hands. Here we are, 12 years into 21st-century - a much-touted millennium of unbelievable wonderment. And still, we have not answered that age-old question: Where is my flying car?
Don't worry. I tried to handle this. I have, well, had a small RV – by small, I mean slightly bigger than the mini van but small enough that you have to step outside to change your mind.
Inside my quaint mobile home dangled one of those fancy Casablanca ceiling fans. Given the size of the interior and the air movement at the lowest setting of the ceiling fan, my home-away-from-home would become the inside of a NASA wind tunnel.
This is a good thing. I've moved the fan from inside of the RV and installed it with three more fans on each corner of the vehicle. The good news is that, with all four on the highest setting, I immediately became airborne. The bad news is that I live next to a military air base. Apparently, "Bogey" is not a term of affection for a Casablanca fan-powered flying vehicle.
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