Change of Pace

With all of the economic news crashing around the news sites, I felt the need for something to lift my spirit up.



But, as I said six months ago, go watch it full screen here.

October was a gorgeous month for flying. November, not so much. Two weeks ago, the weather was shitty. A week ago, there were strong winds blowing directly across the runway. This last weekend, the temps were in the 20s with a brisk wind on Saturday and a crosswind yesterday. Having to pre-heat an airplane's engine in a cold wind is almost as much fun as dental work.

I did make up for it, a little, by going to the pistol range on Saturday. At 25', my first two shots from an Old Vaquero .45 went right into the center of the target. If I had any sense, I'd have quit then. I didn't do so well with the succeeding shots, but I was doing better shooting that big thumb-buster with one hand than the guy next to me was doing with his .45 Sig in a two-handed grip.

But given my druthers, I'd rather fly than shoot. At least I can still manage to afford to fly once or twice a month. If you fly and if you are crazy enough to own your own airplane, you have to make a lot of choices. It's one of the reasons why I live in a small apartment than a house, but it is *my* choice. I refer you to the first "word of advice" at the top of this blog.

Maybe I'll fly next weekend. That's what happens when your avocation is so dependent on the cooperation of Mother Nature.