Bike shop. Guido, Momily, Kenny. Tense, pensive music, heavy on clarinet, low brass, and tinkling piano.
Airstrip. "This doesn't look safe at all," Drew says as they examine the plane. Rob, in the background: "We're gonna die in a blaze of glory." Drew comments that the plane "looks like it could go down in a second." No kidding. It'll be hell to replace, too, because you can't get a plane like that without two proofs of purchase and a buck for shipping and handling.
Bike shop. Lenny and Karyn try to look at each other as if they don't want to chew each other's heads off. Bill and Joe huddle under some kind of red tarp, kicking their feet jauntily. God. "Whatever" doesn't even begin to do the job, and neither does "shut up." Back at the airstrip, the boys are chuckling. Kevin: "This is going to be the Guidos going through town -- 'Drive, Billy! Drive!'" (You actually can't tell whose "Drive, Billy, Drive!" it is, because of the editing. It wasn't Drew, but it could be Kevin or either Esquire. It sounds like Rob, but I'm not willing to make the call.) It's funnier than that simple snippet indicates -- what matters is that the boys are goofing around together, and that's why I wish I'd been there, AND it's why Kevin wanted to hang out there instead of at the bike shop. As 9:00 approaches, Brennan (transformed briefly from The Boy Who Never Gets To Talk into The Boy Who Could Fly) finally gets strapped in (and I do mean strapped in) for the glider flight.
In far goofier news, the people back at the bike shop are lined up to tuck their pants into their socks. Now THAT is comedy. Again, I like clever wit, but there's nothing quite like tucked-in pantlegs.
Rob gets himself situated in the plane that DOES have an engine. They give us the lovely Marshmallow-Man Nose-Hair Extreme-Close-Up, which is just not what I was looking for. Why can't we have this In-Your-Face-Cam a little later in the episode? (If you know what I mean, and I think you do.) Anyway, the planes prepare to take off, with the engine-possessing plane pulling the glider behind.
Funniest visual of the day: The bike shop people run across the street from the shop to the bikes, with their pants still nicely tucked in. This doesn't particularly flatter anyone, but it looks positively drop-dead hysterical on Joe, who's leading the way and running in just about the most delicate manner you can imagine. With his socks pulled up over his calves, Joe is looking a lot like Chipper Jones will look in twenty years -- if, you know, Chipper becomes a middle-aged nattily-dressed blond. (People I hate more than the Guidos? Pretty much just the Braves.) With the accompaniment of the dum-dum-dum Music Of Evil pulsing on the soundtrack, the effect of this Joe-shot is so funny that I cackled out loud when I first saw it, and I cackled again when I saw it again. I think every time I see it, for the foreseeable future, it's going to make me laugh, so I'm not going to be watching it with any beverages in my mouth. The bikes take off.