Don’t get me wrong… I love being in the sky, but slipping into the cockpit of this little beauty didn’t feel like slipping into my real skin like my little Grob. I’ll probably hop over to the dark side of power planes every now and then, but ultimately my heart wants to soar
Many thanks to the folks at Skyranch (I nice little grass strip that isn’t even on the sectional charts) for the use of a phone, a BIG bottle of gatorade, and letting me drool over their Stearman!
Best of luck to the alligator that made me land with a tail wind back at base. I hope you made it back to your own pond, big guy!
Note to self: next time pull out the camera, ya big dolt!
Grrr! Mother Nature played the worst April Fools joke on all of us poor suckers out at the Gliderport today… Pre-fontal weather, nice and hot, cloud streets like you wouldn’t believe,,,, we were all talking about cross-countries to Georgia and back… and when we went up…NOTHING. Crappy litter erratic cores that vanished in a turn… 8+ knot downdrafts everywhere…. Ah well, I STILL got to fly, just didn’t go anywhere… and a bad day flying beats a good day at work. :)
At least I finally got around to washing and waxing my baby, and re-taping all the gaps. She’s good to go for the next soaring day.