Today, one might say, the Gods of the Wind Tunnel Lab are laughing at me, poking fun, and having their jolly good amusement with me. I mean, seriously. What next?
the ravings of the questioning
Today, one might say, the Gods of the Wind Tunnel Lab are laughing at me, poking fun, and having their jolly good amusement with me. I mean, seriously. What next?
Just so long as you can find someone to lie down in front of the bulldozers for you, it’ll be fine. Bring a towel.