The frantic young blond calls out a Mayday.
"The pilot has had a heart attack and is dead and I don't know how to fly"
She hears a voice reply, over the radio:
"This is Air Traffic Control and I hear you loud and clear. I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground.
Everything will be fine! What is you height and position?"
The blond replies "I'm 5'4" and in the front seat"
(after a long pause)
"OK" says the voice on the radio.....
"Now repeat after me".....
"Our Father who art in Heaven"...
The Blond & the Airplane......
The Blond & the Airplane......
Loud pipes don't save lives, knowing how to ride your bike will save your life.
