Detail from Comic #799.
She had built it from scratch, each part carefully sourced and fitted just so. It was a difficult beast to manage, all fine adjustments and counter-intuitive weight distribution, but it was a challenge, and it was unique, and it was hers. Some explained how she could make it simpler, or do it a different way, but she expected that. It could be simpler, but it wouldn’t be what it was. It could be different, but then it wouldn’t be her own. It was a terrible way to get around, but at least until she tore it down for parts again, it was a real, metal, 800-lb accomplishment. She’d take the smell of smoke in her hair over the rot of unfinished plans any day.