Little Pitts Special ferrying to Harrison came in under a low overcast, same overcast that kept me from flying to northwest Missouri to take photos. When he unfolded himself, he was about 6 feet tall! It was an ordeal to get back in. Next, he had a Yak to ferry from California, then he was returning home to Anchorage. He gets around! See that sucker hole? Not me ...
Later this afternoon, after I had locked up the War Kittens at 3:30 when a rain shower came along, Ben decided to exercise the Sport. Then he exercised the Luscombe. And look at that rain shower/sunset! I guess he stirred up the air. Even had a short rainbow.
Now, wasn't that sweet? Niiiiiice.
G'ma Airplane, waiting my turn to fly
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Look at the black Pitts' N-number. Does anyone find it eerie that it's N##RC? Does that ring a bell, or what? I didn't notice it at the time, or I might have asked about it. Just a coincidence...
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