Time flies memories fade. Having an extensive archive of digital images, detailed pilot logs and decades of daily planners I am giving it a try. To remember what happened on a certain day 10 years ago. I can retrieve every day back to 25 years ago but that far is not RV related. So let's go back to May 2011...
Well, after building my RV9A for over four years, it's time to move to the airport. I started the empennage in 2007 in a tiny NYC studio then moved the project across the Hudson River to Bayonne, NJ. In a rented 1 car garage I completed the rest of the airframe the year was 2010. The frantic search for a hangar brought me to Princeton Airport where I was lucky to have an affordable space under a roof in a row of old hangars. With a dirt floor.
Al, local fireman, generously offered his trailer to transport the airplane to the airport for a nominal fee. Gas and food was on me. The crew of three went to work... Al to the right, to the left is Joe a neighbor of Bayonne Bleeder ...
Very carefully we loaded my RV on the trailer and secured it.
Stopped at a coffee shop to get fresh bagels to go. I am missing that joint.
Passed the toll plaza near Newark International Airport we hit Hwy 80. I was following the caravan in my brand spanking new Mini Cooper.
It took us over one hour to get from Bayonne to Princeton Airport. Unloaded the plane and moved it to the hangar.
Having such a rare opportunity to get skilled help we plugged the wings in the same day. Most builders know what ordeal it might be.
Around noon two "cousins" showed up to check on the progress. Jeff and Tony. Jeff was mulling the idea of building a 12 and Tony has already bought and ferried from West Coast his 7A.
Finished the operation at a local diner. What a day!
Well, after building my RV9A for over four years, it's time to move to the airport. I started the empennage in 2007 in a tiny NYC studio then moved the project across the Hudson River to Bayonne, NJ. In a rented 1 car garage I completed the rest of the airframe the year was 2010. The frantic search for a hangar brought me to Princeton Airport where I was lucky to have an affordable space under a roof in a row of old hangars. With a dirt floor.
Al, local fireman, generously offered his trailer to transport the airplane to the airport for a nominal fee. Gas and food was on me. The crew of three went to work... Al to the right, to the left is Joe a neighbor of Bayonne Bleeder ...
Very carefully we loaded my RV on the trailer and secured it.
Stopped at a coffee shop to get fresh bagels to go. I am missing that joint.
Passed the toll plaza near Newark International Airport we hit Hwy 80. I was following the caravan in my brand spanking new Mini Cooper.
It took us over one hour to get from Bayonne to Princeton Airport. Unloaded the plane and moved it to the hangar.
Having such a rare opportunity to get skilled help we plugged the wings in the same day. Most builders know what ordeal it might be.
Around noon two "cousins" showed up to check on the progress. Jeff and Tony. Jeff was mulling the idea of building a 12 and Tony has already bought and ferried from West Coast his 7A.
Finished the operation at a local diner. What a day!