Driving down Interstate 5 to Springfield for my phlebotomy class, I saw something truly marvelous: a small plane was coming in to land at the Eugene airport, dropping down through low-hanging clouds into almost-clear air. Its twin headlamps lit up the fog in front of them, sending out long beams that were visible from the ground.
I have seen planes of all sizes coming in to land, but never one that looked quite so much like a phantom automobile.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Driver, change your ways, or...."\\
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