Aw, jeepers, R.J.! I could almost use this as an illustration for a story I wrote a few years ago. Except she would have been riding a broom (old-fashioned girl, I guess) and she would have been pretty much nekkid. The original concept for the story was suggested by a conversation with the Flight Engineer from a B-17 -- he'd had three of 'em shot down from under him during the war. This would have been similar to the 'nose art' of The Flying Fox in the story.