OK, a quick game is a fast game.
This week's award goes to Dan Gerous for
"Not to worry. I've been down on everything but the Titanic, I'll soon have this blown up."
Take it away, Dan.
(The story behind the flat tyre: a pair of Hueys were working from Weipa, the far north pointy bit of Oz, when the local yokels pulled a strike at the fuel farm. A Herc was despatched full of fuel drums for us, but blew the tyre on landing and was stuck on the runway. We had to unload the drums and roll them along the runway to our fuel dump, the Herc taxied clear and waited a day for a new tyre to come on another Herc. Then a Huey got an engine chip, needing a new engine. This one came by Caribou, which blew its own engine on departure and came back to Weipa. Another Caribou brought their spare engine, but for a while we had a stack of air force planes on a piddly airport. The local motel loved us.)