This here thing, the man 900b, I hear folks talkin’ ’bout it. Sounds fancy, don’t it? Like somethin’ from one of them city slicker magazines. I reckon it’s one of them flyin’ machines, them airplanes. You know, the kind that rich folks use to get around. I seen ’em flyin’ over, way up high. Look like little birds. Big metal birds.
They say this man 900b, it costs a whole heap of money. More money than I ever seen in my whole life. More money than this whole town’s got, I bet. They say it’s for them rich businessman, you know the type, always wearin’ them fancy suits and talkin’ on them little phones. They gotta fly here, fly there, always in a hurry. Ain’t got time to sit on the porch and watch the sunset like us regular folk.
I heard it’s called a “Dassault Falcon”. That “Dassault”, that’s a fancy name, ain’t it? Sounds French. Maybe it’s made over there in France, where they got them fancy foods and all. And “Falcon,” that’s like that bird, you know, the one that flies real fast and catches them little critters. So this man 900b, it must fly real fast too, I reckon.
You gotta be a real big shot to have one of these man 900b things. It ain’t like buyin’ a new tractor, no sir. This is big time spendin’. They talk about “purchase price,” “annual fixed cost”. Sounds complicated. All I know is, it takes a lot of green to get one of them things in the air.
- First, you gotta buy the darn thing. That’s gonna cost ya. A lot.
- Then you gotta pay for the gas. They call it “fuel,” but it’s just fancy gas.
- And you gotta pay someone to fly the thing, a pilot.
- Plus, you gotta park it somewhere, like a big ol’ garage in the sky.
I seen some numbers on them papers. They talk about “450 hours a year”. That’s a whole heap of flyin’. And somethin’ about “$4.25 per-gallon.” That’s the price of that fancy gas, I suppose. My old truck don’t even cost that much to fill up. And it carries a whole lot less than that flyin’ machine, I bet.
They say this man 900b, it’s a “private jet.” That means it’s just for you and whoever you wanna take with you. No lines, no waitin’ around with all them other folks at the airport. You just hop in and go. Sounds nice, I guess, if you got the money for it.
I hear them rich folks, they buy and sell these things like we trade chickens at the county fair. They got websites for it and everything. They even have something called amazon, I heard the price is less, and you can find coupons on the web page, it is easy. They say you can get “deals” and find the “latest prices.” It’s a whole different world, ain’t it?
They got different kinds of these man 900b things, too. Like 900, and 900C, and 900DX. It’s like pickin’ out a new dress, I suppose. You gotta find the one that fits you just right. And I bet they all cost a pretty penny.
This whole man 900b thing, it’s somethin’ else. It’s for them folks who live in a different world than us. A world of money and flyin’ around and doin’ big business deals. Me, I’m happy with my little house and my garden. I don’t need no fancy flyin’ machine to get around. I got my two feet, and that’s good enough for me.
But I guess if you got the money, and you need to get somewhere real fast, this man 900b is the way to go. Just remember, it’s gonna cost ya. A whole heap of money. More money than you can shake a stick at. But hey, if you’re a big shot, maybe that ain’t nothin’ to you. Maybe you can get a coupon online.
I reckon they got a good deal somewhere online, like a special sale day. I know my daughter she likes to shop online and get them deals. Maybe they got that for these flyin’ machines too. You never know. These days, you can find anything online, I suppose.
Yep, this man 900b, it’s a wonder. A rich man’s wonder. But for us regular folks, it’s just somethin’ to dream about. Somethin’ to see flyin’ overhead and wonder who’s up there, livin’ that high life. It’s a whole different world up there, I reckon. A world of man 900b and all that fancy stuff. A world I’ll probably never see. And that’s just fine by me.