Dreaming of Flying

Ford Tri-Motor. Just look at the head room.

Dreaming of a P-51. If only I had a spare 3-4 million for a new toy.

It's even glorious on the ground.

Just how cool is this Beech?

Comments

WickedHamster said…

"Flying Penguin Airlines flight 704, Imperial Hamster Service to Sea-Tac, now boarding at gate C5..."

6:50 PM

Anonymous said…

Oh yeah.. When I get my bi-annual flight review, I'll have pictures of a real "flying" squirrel. Heck, I may even have a Woodchuck peanut pusher, er.. I mean co-pilot.

8:54 PM

Woodchuck said…

I can push peanuts with the best of them if it means flight time.

10:19 PM

WickedHamster said…

Oh the comments I can make in this context about Squirrel and his nuts... but this is a family blog.

7:52 AM

Anonymous said…

I too dream about flying...

...and having a job to pay for the flying lessons, but that's a story for another day, my furry friend.

P.S. Thank you for the crash course in low riders!!

12:19 PM

Travel said…

Beech shredded most of the pusher turbo prop designs. That is a rare bird, most of them were leased and when the leases ran out, Beech did not want the liability and warranty obligation from selling them. Only a that were purchased outright remain. Protect it with your life!

TR

9:49 PM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...

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