That's right, Adam, don't fight it..........focus........you're eyes are fast becoming affixed to the center of that vertically bobbing craft............the tension leaves your hands and you marvel that your thumbs move as if they have a mind of their own.......focus......time and motion begins to slow down as you become one with your plane.........focus...........you hear the sound of your even breathing........observe how time stops as the plane hangs motionless, only inches from the ground............an even stream of blue/gray smoke pummeling the grass and enveloping the center of your attention.........all your senses are heightened......alert..........then..........."HEY MISTER! HOW MUCH DID THAT COST? CAN I TRY? I KNOW A KID THAT CAN FLY BETTER THAN THAT! HOW FAST DOES IT GO? HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED IT? HOW HIGH WILL IT GO? FLY IT TILL YOU CAN'T SEE IT!" So much for the Zen thing.

Jack delivered 16 gallons of fuel to me at the field last night, so I don't have to be so stingy anymore. Now I can fly 8 hrs a day instead of just 6! Well, after I'm finished with "the kitchen from Hell", anyway. Countertops, here I come.

Peace,

Downtrodden.