It's no good, It's no good, we aren't stopping!
With that, Ras disengaged the reverse thrusters and powered up the throttle.
We got to get back in the air.
Come on baby, come on!
With 40 yards to go the nose pointed skyward.
The wheels were still scraping the runway as they just lifted off the ground.
"Wow, we are so close, you can see the fishes in the sea."
Forget the fish Ras, what will we do?
BANG, POP, BAM!!!
What was that?
The thruster mounts snapped from all the pressure, now they were really on a wing and a prayer.
Ras had a brainstorm.
I have my Jamaican cell with me.
If I can only contact My man Markospoon.
Ring, Ring.
Hello?
Hey Marko, It's me Ras!
Hey man, how was your flight?
I'm still in the air! Look up.
Ras, all I see are clouds and a low flying plane.
It's me god---- it.
Yeah, sure, right Ras.
How long till you get here.
I'm here!!
I'll wave the plane.
Ha Ha, Marko said.
"sure mon, I....Holy mothership connection, the plane is waving!
Ras!, that's you flying the plane?
"That's what i been trying to tell you!"
It's a long story, but i need you to get help.
Ok, i'll call my man, ace driver/pal Nick?
Yeah, I'm gonna try to land on that old abandon runway in Mt. Airy.
Meet me there.
Ok, Ras, i'm on my way.
Lets go nick.
Nick, always ready, always prepared started his car.
Hurry man and step on it.
Mon, I always step on it.
True, true.
Soon they were at mount Airy.
Nick turned on his car's high beams to light up the runway.
I will call Ras back and see what's what.
Ras, come in, this is Markospoon, come in!
I sputtering engine came into view.
It was dropping like a hot potato.
I can't look, Marko said to himself.
All of a sudden the plane went silent.
The plane just ran out of gas.
Ras was in glide mode, but coming in fast.
He slid onto the old landing strip with a bump and grind.
The plane came to a stop just 100 feet from the cliffs.
A hatch opened up and Ras popped out his head and said.
"Any one got a cold beer?"
