Big things are happening on the southern slope of the Teutoburg world! Scouts report that He has arisen again (you know, He, who doesn't know anything and is always whining…). He has heaved himself off of His comfy pillow of billowing self-pity, has retrieved his flying prison from the basement and decided that He wants to cycle again...

During the first serious excursion under a new flag, the details must be bestowed special accuracy.

The flying fortress is ready for take off.

Who dares to stand in its way?
Well, in the end EVERYONE dared Some eastern Westfalian altitude, wind, and the wind, and, oh yeah, the wind, and the wind too.
At least it was knightly enough never to come from behind, but always man to man, right in the face...

A few hours later. Next time we should try some training. Maybe.

But more about that later.

Til then bloodthirsty greetings,

Major Drabkov