Duxford
I guess the laconic description of this morning’s travels is that nobody died. Actually, it was surprisingly uneventful, given that I was traveling through morning traffic on unfamiliar motorways in […]
Category Archives: flight
Oxford
It’s hard to describe how much fun it is to have your grown-up daughter showing you around a city. It’s also unnerving to have so many complete strangers look at […]
Two days, three airplanes
Aaaannd away again. Devon and I flew down from Portland yesterday in the Deb. Lovely little flight – ignoring the headwinds-both-ways bit. Reminds me what that sort of flying is […]
Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads
Occurs to me that the past few roadtrip posts have been very explicitly non road roadtrips. So be it. Had another one a couple of days ago, when I got […]
The Long Way Home
Coming from Oshkosh, Wisconsin to Palo Alto, you wouldn’t think northern Kentucky would figure in the picture, but then, there are a lot of things about American transportation you wouldn’t […]
Show time
Y’know the “no news is good news” thing? Well, sometimes no news is just complete lack of web connectivity. We’re here, at OSH, and have been for two days, and […]
Quiet time
If you’ve been following the blog you know that for the past two days, I’ve been riding backseat, up close and personal with some of the the most intense flying […]
Pucker factor
“Holy #$%@ – we’re going to chew his tailwheel off!” That was my first (and only) thought as Tim McDonald slid us into the #3 in-trail slot. It was my […]
Red Three, check in
Up at 6 to make the seven o’clock briefing. Sun is just peeking up from the skyline under a painfully blue sky. It’s a good day to fly. I come […]
Over, around, under
It’s now 9:15 p.m. Central Daylight Time. Martin and I are both collapsed onto our respective beds in the Dubuque Best Western after two days of hammering across the country […]
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