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fender replacements, the tools, the crew, and somehow deadened him to the inane conversation that filled this place, it was clear that the answer was - no. The only question unresolved was what to do with his expensive inventory. This would be his wandering in the desert, wandering with a load of very expensive ice cream. "Tell the chief to change my load. I want ONLY RUM BANANA - nothing else - all that will fit. Don't even leave a reaching lane. No gaps, no spaces, no air, no ice, just ice cream. I've got this feeling... Time to spread my wings..." The silence was nothing that can be described. No one questioned the next Sloan Eberhart or that wild deep dark look in his eyes. Electricity was in the air. Was this the same apprehension experienced by the ground crew when Lindbergh's wheels lifted from the earth as he thrust his wings into history? They thought so. There was a feeling. But there was total silence. Could also be Daedelus.