skeeter_ca
Posts: 389
Joined: 11/30/2005 From: Yucaipa,
CA, USA Status: offline
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Here we go again…………… I get up about 7 am on Saturday. My boy said he didn’t want to go to the Fun Fly so I let him sleep in. Hope he sleeps past his cartoons. That would show him. I shower, shave and get dressed in some blue jeans shorts and a comfortable oversized grey t-shirt. I throw on my Vans shoes and I’m ready to go. I think about the fact that Alfred said he might be there today. I decide to pack up the plane in my little dodge neon I call the “scooter”, because it is so small and take it with me just in case. I disconnect the chargers from the plane, Tx and glow plug igniter. I fold down the rear seats so the back seat area opens up into the trunk. Plenty of room. Plane, wing, flight box, radio, buddy box and cord. I place a towel around the nose wheel of the plane so it won’t shift back and forth when I drive. I’m kind of a hard driver. I’m not necessarily thinking I might fly today, but if Alfred can look at my plane today maybe he can adjust the engine to make sure it’s ok for tomorrow. If there’s a problem I can make the needed changes before tomorrow. It is about 8:30 by now. The house is still quiet as everyone is still asleep. My daughters 18lbs of grey cat called “Lil Butt” stretched across the couch, does not even open an eye as I walk out the door. It is already warm outside, maybe 85 degrees. The sky is as blue as I can ever remember it being. The air is dead still with not even the slightest breeze flowing through what few hairs I still have on the top of my head. That is not uncommon in Yucaipa where I live up on the “north bench” as it is called. We are on the foothills on the highest mountain in southern California. The San Gorgonio Mountain. I believe it tops out at 11,499 feet. Not large by some standards but it seems pretty large from here. The north bench is shielded from most winds and it is usually calm. I got in my scooter and headed down the hill. I didn’t have any breakfast because I am on a diet, but I do decide to stop at Del Taco and get a drink on the way, I hate diet coke so I opt for a regular. I’m jazzed and keep thinking it is a beautiful day for flying and hope the conditions are good at the field too. It takes me about a half hour to get to the field, but I’m just enjoying the morning drive so it felt a lot quicker. I pull off the main road on to a dirt road and zig-zag the cow field and the first things I see are rows and rows of cars and motorhomes. Wow, I didn’t even imagine there would be so many people. I parked at the end of the row of cars and got out. I started walking to the pits and could not help but notice the plane doing stunts above the runway. I stopped walking and watched the plane go through its routine. I noticed everyone else was watching it also. I looked at it flowing through the sky end over end, up, down, upside down, and rarely right side up and could not help but think that the larger models sure do look better when flying. There not twitchy or unrealistic in the air like the smaller ones. I walked slowly closer to the pits while watching the routine. The plane came in for a low pass over the runway and guess what? I saw I guy in the cockpit waving to everyone as he turned and flew away. I burst out laughing. I had not even the slightest idea it was a full scale plane. It put me in an even better mood if that was even possible. There were a lot of people there. I scanned down the shaded pits in both directions. I would guess maybe 75 people, possibly more. Planes everywhere. On the benches, on the ground. Everyone was moving around talking to everyone else. Some people had brought chairs to sit on while others used the ones that were available. You could walk among the planes and look at all the different types closely. Trainers, sport planes, scale, profiles, 3D’s, foamies, electrics, ducted fan, helis, WWII, WWI, vintage. It seem every type of plane was there, some only one of, some types a lot of. I stood around and watched people take planes up and show them off as best as they could. It seemed everyone was having a good time just being there. I talked to some people about this or that and it was a lot of fun. I bought some raffle tickets. 16 for $10. Several people offered to help put there names on my tickets but I respectably declined. At about noon we had another treat. A full scale T-6 (I think) did some low passes of the field and I must say it was awesome. I have been to so many airshows I cannot count. I have never seen a plane fly by that close. It’s large radial thundering by, 15 feet on the deck about 100 feet out, is something I won’t ever forget. The lunch bell rang and everyone formed a line for BBQ’ed hamburgers and hotdogs. There were some close calls and some even closer ones that ended up with damage, but luckily not to often. I think it was a big success, even though I didn’t ever see Alfred. I did ask Darrell but he said he had not seen him today. I left about an hour before the raffle was going to happen, but I never win anything anyway. I was very surprised when my cell phone rang later that afternoon. It was Darrell. He told me that I had won in the raffle. I was very surprised. He then told me that not only did I win, but I won 3 items. Cool! This day just keeps getting better. I won a Coldheat soldering gun, An airtronics servo and a Cosmos electric 3D ARF plane. I was astonished! I told him it was hard to believe because I never win anything. He agreed that Darrell’s are unlucky A&%hole at winning things. I told him I would be at the field tomorrow and he said he would give them to me then. This is getting alittle long for just one days events. I’ll have to break it up so you’ll have something to read tomorrow, maybe even tonite. I'll try and post some pics to of my plane. Till then……..keep your wings level.
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Skeeter
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