A friend asked me if I wanted to go flying in his Reims Rocket - I was thrilled. On the day we walked out to the hangar, and there sat a rivet-ridden 172. I scanned the hangar, no sign of a Rocket anywhere. Looking my friend in the eye, I said 'Where's this Rocket you were telling me about?'
He pointed at the 172. Epithets bounced off the hangar walls. 'THAT'S NOT A ROCKET, THAT'S A CESSNA!!!', I shrieked.
It was the last time I went near a Cessna
