Second Day in Sept.

I got my wish, and the morning flight was IFR'd out.  I still had to wake up at 7 am to determine that it was weathered out, but at least I didn't have to get ready or go anywhere early.

It was actually a pretty quiet day around here, no flying for me.  I went and did banking and picking up meds and stuff like that, got lunch and brought it home to Steve who spent most of today trying to catch up on paperwork that he's W A Y behind on.  Then at 2:30 pm I went out to the airport to meet up with Stan.  Stan is the son of a friend I have known online for several years now, James.  James is the one who got me the opportunity to turn in a resume for flying B-17 rides.  Even though that didn't work out, that was neat of him.  We've only met in person one time, when I had a MBros flight to Atlanta, and he took me out to eat at the restaurant on the field there.  His son is a new young Commercial pilot, and he has his first ferrying job taking a Super Cub from Greenwood (south of Indy), to Yakama, Washington.  That's a loooong trip.  He didn't get a good feeling from the guy he was picking the plane up from, so he brought it up to Kokomo, and I had Ty and Jon look it over.  They found a badly fouled spark plug causing a too-big mag drop, and an oil leak, and fixed the spark plug for him.  Nothing like going over the mountains in a single engine airplane you don't know.  So they looked everything over, found a few oddities, but just the mag drop was a big issue, and they resolved that for him.  Steve and I took him out to dinner with the small pilot group in Kempton, where we had decent food and he had his first ever pork tenderloin sandwich (welcome to Indiana).  Then we went back to Kokomo, put his plane into a hangar, I gave him some oil and a spout, because they left him with none assuming he'd buy some on the way, and nobody should start a 25 hour long flight with no oil in the baggage compartment, and then took him to a hotel.  He had an offer to stay at Chuck's, but he's kind of an introvert guy too and the hotel was paid for by Cub Crafters, so...might as well enjoy it.  :)  I'll pick him up in the morning and take him out there and make sure he gets on his way, and then I have an appointment in town at 10.  He's a nice young man, polite, he's from the south so he always "ma'am"s me, but that's okay coming from a southern boy.  :)  It was a nice evening.  He's thankful that we looked things over for him and helped get him on his way safely, and I like paying it forward to a young guy just starting out on this paying pilot gig and hopefully making his first trip a little less stressful. 

And what a moon rise and sunset we had out there tonight.  Wow.