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	<title>Comments on: Planes, Dames and Automobiles</title>
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	<description>Press your spaceface close to mine</description>
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		<title>By: quagmire</title>
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		<dc:creator>quagmire</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:23:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Now I am positive this whole space/rockets/jets/control-deck shaking-on-lift-off shit is genetic kiddo. When I was a young man growing up in L.A., a fave pass-time was piling into my &#039;63 Chevy and we&#039;d park smack up against the Eastern-most fence at LAX&#039;s primary landing runway (don&#039;t know if this is still possible?). We&#039;d lay on our backs on the car hood and top, with our heads pointing East so ya couldn&#039;t see the jet coming. Then ... BWOOOOOSSSSHH, the big bastards would sneak up on ya and nearly shake us off the car! It was great &#039;cause you barely heard anything until it was straight over your head, sounding like ten-thousand Banshees in heat.
I had a total deja vu reading your experience Sub ... thanks a million for the revisit. I know exactly what you felt!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now I am positive this whole space/rockets/jets/control-deck shaking-on-lift-off shit is genetic kiddo. When I was a young man growing up in L.A., a fave pass-time was piling into my &#8217;63 Chevy and we&#8217;d park smack up against the Eastern-most fence at LAX&#8217;s primary landing runway (don&#8217;t know if this is still possible?). We&#8217;d lay on our backs on the car hood and top, with our heads pointing East so ya couldn&#8217;t see the jet coming. Then &#8230; BWOOOOOSSSSHH, the big bastards would sneak up on ya and nearly shake us off the car! It was great &#8217;cause you barely heard anything until it was straight over your head, sounding like ten-thousand Banshees in heat.<br />
I had a total deja vu reading your experience Sub &#8230; thanks a million for the revisit. I know exactly what you felt!</p>
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