Geico266
Well Known Member
Ever have that happen? One of the nicest mornings all year, 65F, NO wind, no thermals, smooth as silk (I'm sure) a local flyin B-fast this AM, the plane is ready to go anywhere, and I'm stuck at home for family stuff. Father In Law's B-day. The guy has had 86 birthdays, why do I need to be at this one?
I justify it in my mind by saying; "There will be many more flyins." , but it almost hurts not to go flying, you know what I mean?
All day long I'll have it on my mind, kinda like an addiction I guess. The need to get some air, some altitude, to feel the throttle response, to climb into a man made machine that leaves the planet. It is addicting, seductive, enticing....
Well there will be another flyin, another flying day, but there just might not be another b-day for father in law. Family stuff it is, but it will be on my mind.
I justify it in my mind by saying; "There will be many more flyins." , but it almost hurts not to go flying, you know what I mean?
All day long I'll have it on my mind, kinda like an addiction I guess. The need to get some air, some altitude, to feel the throttle response, to climb into a man made machine that leaves the planet. It is addicting, seductive, enticing....
Well there will be another flyin, another flying day, but there just might not be another b-day for father in law. Family stuff it is, but it will be on my mind.
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