Turns out the person (Bob) in charge of developing the drive for the ship had a little problem with the ponies. And when we say a little problem with the ponies we mean a huge, glaring weakness. An all consuming need, a unquenchable desire. He had to ride the ponies.
It started simply enough. He hired a pony for his son's birthday party, and they "pony wrangler" let him take if for a quick spin. He was hooked.
At first he just drove around the various neighborhoods looking for birthday parties where they had rented a pony. That was never enough. Is there truly ever enough?
Soon he was hiring a pony every weekend, and sometimes on Wednesday. Eventually he dropped off the bowling team.

All of this just to feed his addiction. It was sad, Bob is in rehab, and apparently doing quite well. His neighbors have all joined Weight Watchers, at our expense. We have turned the PEV into a camper and are going to the North Shore on in Michigan and spending a little time on Lake Superior. It will be fun. Once the election is over it will be business as usual, and we probably wouldn't have time for space exploration anyway.
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