Alaskan bush pilots. Honestly, other than cutting your cheeks with a razor, affecting a Heidelberg accent, and wearing a silk scarf all the time, is there any way to pull chicks in a bar that can compare?
I admit that there’s more of a hint of Jimmy Buffet than Jimmy Doolittle about these fellows’ appearance. We can’t have everything, can we? Someone has to shop in Banana Republic, so you don’t have to.
Every New Year, every Intertunnel wag writes a top ten list of failed predictions from years past. Number one is always, “Where’s my flying car?” It’s up in Fairbanks, dude. Screw up your courage and go get it.