In the news over the past couple of days was the explosion of a private resupply rocket headed to the international space station. Rockets are complex, and this one was not helped by the fact that it was powered with rocket engines made in Russia in the 1960's. Not just 1960's engineering, but actually made in the 1960's. Two reasons were given, very few rocket engines have been designed and built in the past 20 years, and the surplus Russian engines were a bargain, until they went boom.
The picture above is another kind of a rocket, Now either it is a hard top convertible, or owner has two of them. There was a Ferrari with top down in that space the day before. This is in the parking garage at the office. I bet it goes like a rocket, if I won the lottery I'd buy a red convertible. Zoom-Zoom - wosh!
When I lived in Orlando I ran regularly with the local Front Runners group. There were identical twin brothers who ran with the group. One of them was a dancer at Disney, the other one was a rocket scientist, an engineer on the space shuttle main engines. You could tell them apart, one wore a T-shirt that said "My Brother is Rocket Scientist" and the other a T-shirt that said "As a Matter of Fact I am A Rocket Scientist." Two very talented young men.