I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure that I would have stopped and asked for some kind of confirmation. I mean, the runway...it's dark. No lights. That means you can't see the end of the runway; the end that's much closer than you think it is because the runway's too short for your plane. No lights. Dark. And the co-pilot's like, "Weird," and the pilot's like, "Yeah."When you're thinking of a song and it's the next one that comes on the radio, that's weird. When you're driving a gas tank with wings at 158mph down a dark road that you think should be illuminated, but it's not, and you keep going, that's begging for trouble.


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