Ode to Soaring

Upon the hills I love to soar
But knees and hips can't take much more

Each climbing step with heart a'pumpin'
Which one today will I be bumpin'

The Vector or the all-glass Fox
I should have kept them in the box

But now's the time to catch the air
So let your wingman be aware

To launch it fast and launch it true
Or else this friendship could be through...