Toby
Cleared for Takeoff
.....a long time ago in a faraway place I came to this board and posted lots of stories. Then I sailed away for a year and a day to the land where the bong tree grows...
Actually I just got extremely busy. But I have missed all of you and hope you'll take me back!
What's new in my life:
my sweet little airplane
I just love her!
she does a wheelie when she sees me coming (every day almost)
sometimes I wash her
sometimes I talk to my tiedown neighbors
sometimes I move stuff around in her, or move stuff into her, or out of her
sometimes I just listen to my radio
we have visitors
she has all kinds of things on her panel that I don't understand yet
my friend gave me an ancient Piper book that's called (I think) "Let's Fly." The men in the photos are wearing black suits and ties. The women are wearing "shifts" and high heels.
Today I went out after work to start polishing her. I had spent 2 hours yesterday washing her. But it was such a gorgeous day, so I left work at 5 and by 5:40 I was out at the airport with sunshine to spare. So I preflighted her and went up for a sunset flight. I headed out east to nowhere in particular, played with my VORs and Loran, which amazingly seems to have some GPS capabilities! and I wish I had an owner's manual! and anyway I was up there tootling along until I came to the area between the forks that's filled with little islands, peninsulas, and other odd-shaped pieces of land. It's an area I love. And I just traced the outlines of the islands and peninsulas with my airplane, nice and slow at around 1500 feet. It was like cutting out paper dolls. A little left, a little right, a dip, a tuck, a pointed place, a sharp turn, a swooping semicircle.
After I traced all the islands I headed back into the sunset. At that point I was sorry I hadn't wiped down the windshield after washing it yesterday -- there were water spots all over it that made visibility terrible. I think if I hadn't had all those spots I could have seen New York City. Anyway. We traced the north shoreline, passed Calverton and nobody was jumping, made a left and headed home. The sun was just going down. Nice sweet landing and I had the runway and practically the whole airport to myself.
I just love this airplane!!!! She lands herself. All you do is think airport, and she heads that way and just gets herself down.
So I tied her down and wrote down all my numbers (I made myself a fanatically many-columned chart on which to record fuel before and after, Hobbs time, tach time, oil quantity, oil added, etc. etc. etc.), stuck the tanks, locked her up and went home.
Did I mention that I love my airplane?
Actually I just got extremely busy. But I have missed all of you and hope you'll take me back!
What's new in my life:
my sweet little airplane
I just love her!
she does a wheelie when she sees me coming (every day almost)
sometimes I wash her
sometimes I talk to my tiedown neighbors
sometimes I move stuff around in her, or move stuff into her, or out of her
sometimes I just listen to my radio
we have visitors
she has all kinds of things on her panel that I don't understand yet
my friend gave me an ancient Piper book that's called (I think) "Let's Fly." The men in the photos are wearing black suits and ties. The women are wearing "shifts" and high heels.
Today I went out after work to start polishing her. I had spent 2 hours yesterday washing her. But it was such a gorgeous day, so I left work at 5 and by 5:40 I was out at the airport with sunshine to spare. So I preflighted her and went up for a sunset flight. I headed out east to nowhere in particular, played with my VORs and Loran, which amazingly seems to have some GPS capabilities! and I wish I had an owner's manual! and anyway I was up there tootling along until I came to the area between the forks that's filled with little islands, peninsulas, and other odd-shaped pieces of land. It's an area I love. And I just traced the outlines of the islands and peninsulas with my airplane, nice and slow at around 1500 feet. It was like cutting out paper dolls. A little left, a little right, a dip, a tuck, a pointed place, a sharp turn, a swooping semicircle.
After I traced all the islands I headed back into the sunset. At that point I was sorry I hadn't wiped down the windshield after washing it yesterday -- there were water spots all over it that made visibility terrible. I think if I hadn't had all those spots I could have seen New York City. Anyway. We traced the north shoreline, passed Calverton and nobody was jumping, made a left and headed home. The sun was just going down. Nice sweet landing and I had the runway and practically the whole airport to myself.
I just love this airplane!!!! She lands herself. All you do is think airport, and she heads that way and just gets herself down.
So I tied her down and wrote down all my numbers (I made myself a fanatically many-columned chart on which to record fuel before and after, Hobbs time, tach time, oil quantity, oil added, etc. etc. etc.), stuck the tanks, locked her up and went home.
Did I mention that I love my airplane?