Due to weather, we didn’t get out until today, March 7th. Wheels up at 1000. I took the “GLB” and her mother home today on a “clear and a million” flying day to her home town, a small town in a state southwest of here. A very nice 2.25 hours in the air on the outbound leg.
As is usually the case, I had her put up the landing gear (when the time is right and IF the takeoff looks smooth, I put my hand on theirs and they move the gear switch to the “up” position.) She handled it like a pro…she was a little nervous the first time. It looks like they had a good time shopping, based on the weight of the flight.
Anyway, I flew VFR (visual flight rules) so we could take a scenic route over Madison to the Mississippi, down the river until we took a right to her hometown. At her little muni airport, staffed by very nice people, (thanks, Boats) there was a big crowd of people with a big “Welcome Home” banner. Very cool. Brought a tear or two to my eye as I taxied in, I must say.
The coolest part (for me at least) was that everyone thanked me (after they paid respects to the GLB) and then the GLB’s mother (a very good-looking woman) gave me a big kiss but THE BEST part was the big hug and kiss on the cheek from the GLB. I put my shades back on so no one could see I was tearing up. (I’m a sucker for happy endings….plus, cool pilots like the Asian Badger are never caught dead without wearing shades within 100 yards of their airplane, even in the dead of night
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Anyway, I had a very pleasant lunch with the aforementioned Boats (a retired Marine aviator) and, after stories and topping off the tanks, I flew back, a happy AB indeed.
I felt so good I was going to buzz Dad29s house but the landing was to the East and I was coming in from the West, I couldn’t do it. (Dad lives East of Crites.)
I was a little pissed off…I was in such a good mood, I wanted to buzz SOMEBODY. If I knew where Chris of Spotted Horse lives, I would have buzzed his house, since he lives to the West of Crites. So if you’re reading this post, consider your dwelling buzzed at 200 knots, 500 feet over the top of your roof.
One of the best days I’ve had since the misery of the November elections.