An obscenely rich Saudi prince became enamored with Land Speed Racing and decided to get himself a couple of hats, so he hired one of the best 200mph car builders, one of the best 200mph bike builders, and, because just going fast would not be enough, he hired a well-know LSR internet guy.
Because of the Prince’s love of country, he decided to set up his shop at home. So when the builders had all the parts and tools collected, he sent his personal 747 for the three Americans.
As the 747 was beginning to descend toward final approach, the aircraft had a series of major failures. Although the pilot was able to crash land in the desert, the three Americans were the only survivors.
Because the three were experienced in desert-like climates, they were able to intelligently prepare for their trek to civilization.
On the third day, the car builder, who was leading, tripped on something and fell on his face. Getting up, he looked to see what he had tripped and saw a piece of brass sticking out of the sand. Picking it up, he found that he held a brass lantern.
Being a well-educated man, the car builder knew what to do, so he pulled out his shirt tail and began polishing the lantern.
Whoooosh! Out popped a genie, who looked at the three of them and said, “Normally I grant three wishes to the person who frees me from the lantern, but since there are three of you, I’ll grant each of you one wish.” Looking at the car builder, he asked, “What is your wish?”
“I wish I was in a fast red convertible, driving down the Pacific Coast Highway at sunset.” And, poof, he was gone.
The genie then looked at the bike builder, “What is your wish?"
“I wish I was back in my shop working on my latest and fastest bike.” And, poof, he was gone.
The genie then turned to the LSR internet guy. “What is your wish?’
With tears in his eyes, the internet guy said, “Gosh, I’m lonely. I wish they were back.”
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Note: the preceding is fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is just a co-inky-dink.