Orville and Wilbur Flight stood at the fifth-floor window, ready to try their man-powered flight machine. Like the ill-fated Icarus Project, the pilot was required to pedal a bike which by complex gearing powered fast-flapping wings on the pilot’s back.
Orville produced a coin. “Toss to see who goes first. Heads you win.” He tossed: heads.
“Great!” said an excited Wilbur, and without further ado donned the contraption and launched into thin air pedalling furiously. Immediately, he plunged fifty feet to his death.
“At last,” said Orville, pocketing the double-headed coin. “Now I’m the sole heir to the family fortune.”
Orville produced a coin. “Toss to see who goes first. Heads you win.” He tossed: heads.
“Great!” said an excited Wilbur, and without further ado donned the contraption and launched into thin air pedalling furiously. Immediately, he plunged fifty feet to his death.
“At last,” said Orville, pocketing the double-headed coin. “Now I’m the sole heir to the family fortune.”
