My very own plane

I had my very own plane. But not a jet. I had a single propeller, one seat plane. and I lived on the edge of a cliff. I had to walk the plane to the end of the street and fly it off the cliff if I wanted to go flying. I walked it along and switched on the propeller, but it didn't seem fast enough. I switched it on and off a couple of times and decided I wasn't comfortable flying when the propeller seemed to be temperamental. So I walked the plane home and went to bed.