a Fan.
Ugh—cheese it, people. We’re ditching for the beach. Laurea took seven seconds to dig deep for this old-school oscillating fan (with metal cage! and windy ribbons!) No fancy space-blower or tornado-device would be recognizable as the Fastest Possible Fan. This four-foot-tall blade machine is the fan of your childhood—of your mother’s childhood, even.
This is, as always, the archetypal fan (a Fastest Possible special) and you can point it straight at your face for the next eight hours. Right now, it’s a hundred degrees here in Brooklyn, and Team Fastest Possible has a train to catch.
Be cool in every sense, Fastest Possible homeys, and enjoy the weekend. More of the fastest on Monday!
