...getting it started. v/r,dr
I flew up to Corona and picked up some oil changing supplies for my annual condition inspection next month. Weather in SoCal has been gloomy, so I was glad to actually see some sunny skies. First time flying for several weeks as I finally finished up my Associates of Science degree in Aviation Maintenance and Technology, Airframe and Powerplant. Next up are the FAA writtens, oral and practical tests. I'll hopefully have the A&P license done before Airventure.
I was encouraged to share this here, so here ya go.
Most things in life, many dauntingly difficult and exciting in the beginning, become rote, routine, and the sheen comes off of them. For me, this hasn’t been the case with flying.
Perhaps it’s because my fascination with flight has been life long; the success of the pursuit of owning my own craft manifesting well after the AARP set their sights on me.
I’d mentioned to Nancy, my bride, during a flight the other day, that I love everything about flying. From wrenching on the airplane, to guiding it through the sky while watching God’s creation slipping by beneath the wings.
An incredible blessing from our almighty God it is indeed!
And while strapping on the little airplane, firing it up and launching into the heavens has become as comfortable as sliding into an old pair of shoes, the adventure never wears off.
Today, I’ll try to give back a little. Heading out shortly to go fly over a couple of local Memorial Day parades. As low as legally permissible, honoring those who gave their all for the freedom we all enjoy.
Jesse’s Girl was painted as she is for the same reason.
So off we go, the little airplane and I, proudly displaying D-Day invasion stripes and military themed stars and bars, to dance over the memorial celebrations!
Smoke On of course!
Pulled my middle son (16 yr old) away from baseball for a minute, rallied my backcountry brethren, and went out for a camp trip. NW Arkansas. Camp, cook, float and fish. My RV-8, a C-195, a Super Cub, a Kitfox, and a C-172. (Technically a few days prior to the weekend, but close enough)
Did Butcher eat the rattlesnake?
I just moved to the area. Planes are at the Hawks Nest.