My car’s making a noise that sounds just like a helicopter, which is troubling for two reasons. First, I don’t know anything about car repair, but this helicopter noise is going to be expensive AF to fix. Second, the noise reminds me how very much I don’t like whirlybirds, which I traveled on a lot for work. Fixed-wing aircraft, no sweat; copters, a lot of sweat. The interior of corporate copters are posh, with fine leather upholstery and big cup holders. But there’s no dishy waitress, it’s loud as Hell and, oh, by the way, a giant bladey thing is flying just five feet above your cabeza, rotating at a brisk 17 million times a minute. I’d rather Go Greyhound.
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