There is a lyric in an old country song by CW McCall, who wrote the song Convoy but who is also an environmental advocate of the most honest degree. The song is "There Won't Be No Country Music (There Won't Be No Rock and Roll)", and the lyric goes, "when you see the wild goose flying trhough the great polluted skies..." I always throught he was saying "wahoos flying..." So here are the Wahoos, in all their glory. Part Paveway bunker buster bomb, part pterodactyl, part banjo. All about our potential to fly, destroy, create. The wing is the predecessor to the hand. The target is modeled after the MacArthur Maze freeway interchange in Oakland, a cathedral of speed. On the walls are steel panels patinaed with gun-blue and fire, a bleak-ass landscape...