MASON AVIATION DAY
Today is both National Aviation Day, and Mason Aviation Day. It started at 05:00, when three of our key people met with the Ingham County Health Inspector. Actually, it started last week when the city water supply passed inspection, we set up tables, chairs, and picnic shelters for tired geezers to sit and rest under. Julie and I stolled in at a leisurely 06:50. (I had successfully gotten her up at 05:30!! That's, a once a year occasion. sigh)
On the early breakfast shift, our team (John, Tom, Warren, Julie, and your's truly) cooked about 5 million dozens of eggs, and maybe 3 million dozen pancakes. A bit after 09:00, our relief came on - Don and Deanna. And, Deanna is dressed like Rosie the Riveter! Neat. They probably did another few million.
Julie and I started to wander the field to look at planes, see friends, and look over Model Ts. The Central Michigan Ts Club had a large rally in nearby Lansing, and about 50 tin Lizzies drove the 14 miles to Mason Jewett Field. We finagled a ride in a 1915 T. One of the most enjoyable miles I've ever had.
If I had to guess, I'd say that somewhere between 45-65 aircraft were there. For a couple of hours, we were captives, chained to the grills. And, the grills are deep back inside the hangar. When we did get out, planes were taking off, flying around, and landing. So, things were in motion. Stearman trainers shooting low passes with smoke, Diamonds selling rides, two helicopters selling rides, and an old open-cockpit bi-winger selling rides. This last one is unique; the front cockpit is quite wide. It's more like a large, round tub. It was designed for passengers to hop into, squat down, and hang on. We watched all of this. Watched many, many families with kids from newbies in baskets, preschoolers on tethers, elementary school kids, etc. Aye god, that's a good sight to see.
Then, we were summoned to help out Ernie, our 95 year old friend who flew a B-25 up Omaha Beach on D-Day. Ernie has a T in his hangar, and gets it out for special occasions. Yesterday, when he tried to start it, the engine wasn't all that cooperative. It chugged out of the hangar - and died. No tinkering would get it going again. A few guys that are experienced on those old four bangers rallied over to his hangar. Fuel level - check! Spark (here, they turned on the ignition, and slowly hand cranked the engine through each cylinder, lisrening for an ignition coil to "buzz". Yes - a separate coil for each cylinder. They passed muster.) - check! Some other checks etc.
Using the electric starter, it slowly came to life, one belching cylinder at a time. Soon, Ernie was putting and popping around. As the engine warmed, it smoothed out. All right!
We wanderd for another half hour, and then admitted that it was time to go home. What a day - friends, airplanes, more friends, eggs and pancakes, friends, century old cars, and more friends.
Now, for some wine.