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Pilawt
Decided I better pay a visit to Lake Havasu City before it gets too hot, and boy does it get hot at Havasu.
I love it when old airplanes are restored in their original paint schemes, especially if a lot of polished aluminum is involved. This one, a 1961 C-150A. Meanwhile, in the background, someone leaves in a Funk.
Kind of a cool scene at the FBO with this old Travel Air and the period vehicles behind it.
I was not amused, however, when the FBO’s fuel truck driver reported to the guy at the desk that he had pumped 147 gallons of fuel into my airplane. He was serious, and repeated that figure when questioned. The desk guy shrugged and started filling out the invoice accordingly. A discussion quickly ensued about decimal points and how when used properly they can be our friends. The fuel capacity of a Cessna 172 was also a topic of the conversation. I paid for my 14.7 gallons and got out of there.
At left in the photo above is “Hangar 24”. You don’t often see a brewpub at an airport, but there it is. It’s a popular hangout for the locals, but pilots just have to behave themselves. Food is terrific, and a big burger is only seven bucks 11am - 3 pm Monday through Thursday. Only downside is they don’t open until 11 am; and in the toasty season one would want to get in and out of Havasu as early as possible in the morning. There’s no other restaurant at the airport, other than a McD’s a few blocks down the street.
I love it when old airplanes are restored in their original paint schemes, especially if a lot of polished aluminum is involved. This one, a 1961 C-150A. Meanwhile, in the background, someone leaves in a Funk.
Kind of a cool scene at the FBO with this old Travel Air and the period vehicles behind it.
I was not amused, however, when the FBO’s fuel truck driver reported to the guy at the desk that he had pumped 147 gallons of fuel into my airplane. He was serious, and repeated that figure when questioned. The desk guy shrugged and started filling out the invoice accordingly. A discussion quickly ensued about decimal points and how when used properly they can be our friends. The fuel capacity of a Cessna 172 was also a topic of the conversation. I paid for my 14.7 gallons and got out of there.
At left in the photo above is “Hangar 24”. You don’t often see a brewpub at an airport, but there it is. It’s a popular hangout for the locals, but pilots just have to behave themselves. Food is terrific, and a big burger is only seven bucks 11am - 3 pm Monday through Thursday. Only downside is they don’t open until 11 am; and in the toasty season one would want to get in and out of Havasu as early as possible in the morning. There’s no other restaurant at the airport, other than a McD’s a few blocks down the street.
