"It simply winds up with a discreet whoosh and throws the thing at the horizon with the sort of relentless acceleration that's usually followed by the wheels folding away and a nice lady in a silly hat asking if you'd like a hot flannel."
It took me a second to really understand this description....as they say, two cultures separated by a common language.
the last photo shows all kinds of poor fit between the wing support and rear deck - I would have thought that someone who fitted this one out would take care of that better.
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