...and a nuclear missile.
The missile is behind the gas station, right in front of the Krystal. It's an old Titan, set up just off the freeway.
People walk their dogs next to it. There's a very proud sign in front of it, solemnly informing visitors that this site is Confederate Air Force One.
The sign offers, I think, quite an insight into why the South lost the Civil War. They never did quite get the hang of this whole "industrialization" thing.
The careful reader will notice several punctuation errors on the sign. There's also a technical error; a callout points to the "Stage III lox tank," but the Titan I is a two-stage missile.
The South never really did much cotton to this science and technology stuff, so it's probably not too surprising that they get bits wrong.
We stopped on the way home from Frolicon to take pictures of the missile. It's slowly turning into rust, but it's still quite lovely in a strange way. Viewed up close, some parts of it almost look like art.
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emanix seemed quite fond of the missile, in a Biblical kind of way. She was quite disappointed when I told her "No, bunny, you can't unleash nuclear Armageddon on the world." It's one of the things I love about her.
joreth, on the other hand, was more quietly contemplative. Heads of state and Internet trolls alike have nightmares that look like this.
I spent some time looking at the engines, now decaying and covered in pigeon shit. There are still parts of them that I find beautiful. From the right angles, there is art in here. Each one was lovingly hand-built by skilled engineers and craftsmen united in a common purpose--to create something intended to extinguish human lives by the millions.
We are nothing if not a deeply, profoundly fucked-up species.
They put serial numbers on all the parts. So you could, y'know, return them under warranty if they failed to wipe out all human life as advertised.