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Astronaut Scott Kelly with his 2016 Corvette
Stingray in Houston. Photo by Annie Leibovitz. (Image source: vanityfair.com)
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Whale', sorta, metaphorically anyways...
Bobbing about the Isle of Nofendersville per
tipicali, late one evening, I listened via my NFB Newsline for The Blind
telephone service to two very interesting articles upon revered NASA Astronaut
Scott Kelly, especially engrossed by the exert from his book Endurance, from
the Smithsonian Magazine's September 2017
issue.
Whilst ironically? Or more likely since the Book's
Press release was then making the rounds? Thar was also a good article in
Vanity Fair upon where Messer Kelly's inspiration to reach for the Stars came
from...
While Kelly claims that part of his
volunteering to become the longest man in space, along with studying the physiological
aspects upon the human body in zero gravity, is to help pave the way for manned
space flights to Mars one day.
And while naturally, it was an Indianapolis Star's
article photo caption which reminded me of thou Astronaut article links
floating in Thy No Fenders vacuum.
As "My Gal" Lucy', my ARSE-Steamed
Screen Reader, who's Double Dipping by reading me both the Newsline News along
with my rambling No Fenders BLOB' Space Junk; but I digress...
As Lucy' read 'bout SuperMario being
presented with a toy replica of his Brawner Hawk presumably, having gone to
Uhm, Infineon Raceway; Err to the Space Station 'N Back before being presented
to him, naturally the Online story's photo identifying text is garbled! As it
was a story 'bout Mario Andretti and his Christmas tree...
And when I try gOOgling' the All knowing
Internetz', I'm absolutely stymied to find any related results upon Mario's
gift, which think is now on his Christmas tree? But I did find an entertaining Yarn'
comparing the worlds of Racing Drivers v Astronauts via Porsche's
Newsroom; Ja Volt!
Whilst a current Formel Ein Pilote' reaching
for the Starz', with his Poppa beaming a smile as wide as the Moon! Or more
likely Cheshire Cat? Hya! Proclaiming to anyone who'll listen: That's My Boy
Kickin' everyone's Arse!
Is none other than Niederlander sensation Max
Dutchboy' Verstappen, as I previously scribbled my tripping over who's
"The Boss," and who's the Smilin' "Baby Face Assassin!"
Which both of Peacock-lite's Leigh Diffey and thou 'Wee Willie Buxom (Will
Buxton) like to call him!
And rambling 'bout those "Lost
Boys" and it's Dutch founder, Michael Mol, who's journey into Formula 1
began by sponsoring Max's father Jos "THE BOSS" Verstappen in the late
1990's.
Naturally I mused to Thyself how whilst
bobbing like a proverbial cork in thou Seas 'O Synchronicity near Thar Cape 'O Nofendersville...
I ran across a more definitive expose upon Mol's floundering Space Travel
venture.
And lastly, although Thar Ain't NO Italianos'
on the F1 Grid, nor Virgin Racing. Or word on whether or not anybody having
bought a ride upon Sir Richard Branson's Space plane will ever get to use their
ticket? At least apparently one Italian will venture into earth's low
atmosphere in the near future...
While remember
Y'all; All Yuhs Need, is what Buzz? Sing I-T Buzz, All You Need!
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