Come on Irwang you gotta tell the folks how we're Taurus brothers. Except that mine's better because it's faster and is a stickshift, and yours is for normies with a family
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.