Today was the big push to get everything ready for the weekend. Chuck and Steve and a whole lot of guys worked like crazy all day, putting up tape over stakes, getting popups put up, all sorts of things. I don't remember what all I did, but I know I ran a bunch of errands.
Trey and I went flying in the Champ for a little while, and it was a beautiful afternoon for that. When I came back down, I made up a schedule of planes and pilots in two-hour segments for the weekend. Nathan and Tre had brought homemade chili and grilled cheese sandwiches, which were Really Good, so I snarfed down one of each and grabbed Trey and his girlfriend Carol and hitched a ride to Kokomo. Trey and I were going to fly the T-6 for awhile, but the sun was getting low so we didn't have a lot of time. It went downhill from there. I couldn't get the tug started, at all. So we pushed it out by hand. It has steel plates on it for weight. It's heavy. Really, really heavy. Three of us pushing got it out of the way, but it wasn't easy. Next came a 172 that needed pulled out. Next came pulling out the T-6 by hand. That was a treat too. Pushing away the 172 wasn't too bad, but pushing away the tug was Not Happening. It was so heavy that I was leaning on it with all my body weight, as was Trey, and we were barely moving. It took a long time to get in the hangar, and the door shut, and by then it was already almost dark, and Trey and I were just flat out of luck. I barely had time to get the T-6 into Glenndale before dark, so I threw myself in the plane, fired up and went directly there. I put my gear down early so I could see that they were in fact down and locked (something you can't see in the dark), and for my first landing in the T-6 into Glenndale in a year, over the wires, at dusk, all went well.
We stayed the evening and had a nice fire and just hung out and talked until pretty late...
Trey and I went flying in the Champ for a little while, and it was a beautiful afternoon for that. When I came back down, I made up a schedule of planes and pilots in two-hour segments for the weekend. Nathan and Tre had brought homemade chili and grilled cheese sandwiches, which were Really Good, so I snarfed down one of each and grabbed Trey and his girlfriend Carol and hitched a ride to Kokomo. Trey and I were going to fly the T-6 for awhile, but the sun was getting low so we didn't have a lot of time. It went downhill from there. I couldn't get the tug started, at all. So we pushed it out by hand. It has steel plates on it for weight. It's heavy. Really, really heavy. Three of us pushing got it out of the way, but it wasn't easy. Next came a 172 that needed pulled out. Next came pulling out the T-6 by hand. That was a treat too. Pushing away the 172 wasn't too bad, but pushing away the tug was Not Happening. It was so heavy that I was leaning on it with all my body weight, as was Trey, and we were barely moving. It took a long time to get in the hangar, and the door shut, and by then it was already almost dark, and Trey and I were just flat out of luck. I barely had time to get the T-6 into Glenndale before dark, so I threw myself in the plane, fired up and went directly there. I put my gear down early so I could see that they were in fact down and locked (something you can't see in the dark), and for my first landing in the T-6 into Glenndale in a year, over the wires, at dusk, all went well.
We stayed the evening and had a nice fire and just hung out and talked until pretty late...
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