Fine.

How's this?
I'll be there with my Baby boomerang and all its mightyness of supreme and awesome might. For the entire day of Saturday, the Baby Boomerang will be soaring through the Waco skies back and forth, up and down the flightline just as the nobel Boomerang's name implies. You send it in one direction and it comes back to its master. But not so much as a master/slave relationship; it is more of a mutual loving relaitonship between ice skaters. It will be performing jaw-dropping loops and rolls of such elegant grace and beauty. Low fly-bys for beautiful photo opportunities of which I will gladly autograph after each flight. The Baby Boomerang's name alone commands respect umong the most elitest of the elite and those who are without one are simply, well...without one. YOU don't pick the Boomerang, it picks YOU. You have to be one with the Boomerang and enter a state of Zen when you start the take off roll. Only those who possess this level of intimacy with their Boomerang will know what I am talking about. To be able to dance in the skies with it like a graceful swan and then tear up the skies like a tiger on the prowl is a byproduct of the aircraft/owner relationship that few possess or could ever hope to achieve.


p.s. my L-39 will show up some day too.

Les