More adventures









Beyond the realms of the city and out somewhere in the countryside, I was told, lie the wrecks of two bomber aircraft from Double-yer Double-yer Two. How could I resist? (I was told wrong, turns out these flew in 'Nam.)

So at some ungodly hour after driving for several hours from a separate adventure, I knew I had to make the one hour detour to appreciate this relic of another era.

When I got there, I was greeted by another strange person who takes photos in the middle of the night. We looked at each other briefly, snarled and avoided eye contact until he left shortly thereafter.
Then I had this aeryplane all to myself!
Why do planes make me want to get naked all the time? Am I the only one?
I enjoyed working some magic with a ticker tape...
Checked out its insides...
Got some torches out...
Put my clothes back on, and had a ponder about what to do next...
...I know! I'll go home and learn how to use Photoshop!