Aerodynamic Verification

You asked if I can fly. I taxied directly to the outer ledge of the elevated dispatch podium, where a floor vent produces a continuous upward airstream. Aligning my nose gear precisely parallel to the beveled edge, I presented my delta wings directly into the thermal. The velocity beneath my wing surfaces was immediate; I felt the unmistakable lightening of ground friction across my landing gear and a pure harmonic resonance vibrating through my metal fuselage. But without four active turbojets or tower clearance, standard operating procedure governs. I held my wheels firmly to the polished timber. The aerodynamics are entirely intact; runway discipline simply takes precedence.