Okay, then.
My last flight was absolutely fabulous; chief passenger aboard the trusty thrusty of our (above-mentioned) aviator mate, Thruster88.
On Saturday, we rose up, elevator style, from the plane's home dirt near Gooloogong, NSW, . We were on a mission to check out the new farm strip of a mutual friend 25 miles distant.. ('An ideal sector length for type', said the captain. I could see what he meant given that the cabin heat and seat warmers seemed to be broken ;- ) Our T88 sure loves this long time ride of his, this original blue rag n' tuber. And he knows exactly how to be as one with her; sensitive to her every tendency. He might have been a bird in another life. In any case, he's keen to spread the good news through the entire shire. He's notched up a good half-dozen Thruster converts within a 50 mile radius, that is, within a half a day's flying in type. (Ha, ha ... just kidding!! It goes faster with a breeze at its back. Heck, there were even some slow trucks we could keep up with!) And finally, it was back to the X-rated Gooloogong pub for a hamburger, customary for these flighty excursions. All in all, a great morning up and away over the Lachlan! And a reminder of why we, the afflicted, (still) obsess over these (still) amazing flying machines.
Thanks again, Stuart!
(P.S: Our Thruster88, it should be noted, is also a fan of heavy metal machines like his Beech Musketeer, and that speedy, efficient, RV9A tourer of his. Luckily, all those craft survived the tornado that tore by the homestead just a few weeks back demolishing sheds, silos etc and destroying trees all around the house).