Antique Aircraft Association (AAA)
Saturday, 18 May, Tom Botsford and I flew to HHH Airfield (2H4) just N'ly of Kalamazoo. AAA had a fly in lunch. Now- THIS is my kind of an air patch. Sod runways both NS and EW, 2,600 feet long, hangars, houses, coffee pots, cold pop, hot dogs, hamburgers, folks from 6 weeks to 90 years, kids galore, dogs - and all with planes! I've died and gone to heaven!
The Ruptured Duck is 50 years old, and didn't quite qualify as antique yet. No sweat, I qualified for homburgs and ice cream. Close enuf fer guvmint werk. I'll likely join just to be around these kinds of folks. Tom's plane is a 1946 Cessna 140. 67 years old is older than some of our GITs (Geezers In Training) on the forum. The secret is, it's very well maintained. Might be a message there for us Geezers?
Several Stearmans flew in. Boeing made those open double-cockpit, bi-wingers as trainers for WWII trainers. Nicknamed "the Yellow Peril" for their easy-to-see, bilious yellow paint job, thousands of new pilots started out on them. The big, rotary engine even sounds like a plane is supposed to sound. It growls, rumbles, and belches. It's like the difference between listening to a real steam locomotive versus a Diesel locomotive. Big time difference.
Our flight home was not as easy as the flight down. Morning air was calm and pleasant. Afternoon air was full of thermals rising off of freshly worked fields, marshes, parking lots, and innocuous sites that kept catching us by surprise. As a result, my altitude holding was kinda sloppy on the way home. At one point, I'd shot up about 300 feet, lowered the nose, and all that did was to reduce the rate of assent.
All in all, we had a very good day. And, as we landed, taxied in, and shut down, I told Tom, "We'll - we cheated Death again."