We have an active group of RV flyers here in the Northeast. Some fly more often some less. We call ourselves Flash Mob Squadron. There is no membership and no dues. We usually invade a small flyin on a very short notice or even unannounced, eat all the food, if there are any single women we kidnap them and disappear. For a year then strike again...
When The Agitator comes from the South we fly very often.
Here is a report of a regular weekend here. It starts with a breakfast in New Hampshire then swimming in Catskills to work that breakfast out. Then a party lunch in Upstate NY followed by a desert on other airfield and everything is topped by a nice dinner in Canada.
... My RV is now parked 5 minutes from the place I live. Dream isn't it? The only catch is there is no roof and I am unpainted but who cares. It's time to fly!
The same N-number all tied down. Holding the parking spot and looks legit.
Passed some farms.
A little narrow bridge.
The Statue.
The Sing Sing.
Local Infantry School. Woke up a platoon of cadets.
Run Forrest run!
Two more hours and I arrived. Hungry.
Here is the Grand Marshal greeting everybody.
When The Agitator comes from the South we fly very often.
Here is a report of a regular weekend here. It starts with a breakfast in New Hampshire then swimming in Catskills to work that breakfast out. Then a party lunch in Upstate NY followed by a desert on other airfield and everything is topped by a nice dinner in Canada.
... My RV is now parked 5 minutes from the place I live. Dream isn't it? The only catch is there is no roof and I am unpainted but who cares. It's time to fly!
The same N-number all tied down. Holding the parking spot and looks legit.
Passed some farms.
A little narrow bridge.
The Statue.
The Sing Sing.
Local Infantry School. Woke up a platoon of cadets.
Run Forrest run!
Two more hours and I arrived. Hungry.
Here is the Grand Marshal greeting everybody.