NetHeads, It just occured to me that I have flown somewhere substantial for the last four weekends: Illinois to visit Larry Flesner, then to Sun n Fun with a stopover at my father's grass strip in southern Alabama, Gatlinburg to join in the family vacation, and Columbia, SC to visit Dan Heath. I'm now planning a trip to Indy during race month to take Wyatt Swaim (the TIG guy that verified that I can weld) up on an offer to visit him at the welding shop he runs at the Brickyard during race month. I am finally reaping the rewards of 12 years and 5400 hours of KR fabrication.
I am so eaten up with flying that I basically don't do anything else...sort of like a meth addict. My basement shop is a mess, I never watch the news anymore, I haven't washed my car in months, and I can't even find time to buy new underwear or socks. But I do manage to keep several 5 gallon cans of 93 octane fuel in the hangar at all times (I wouldn't want to run out), my flight bag in the trunk of the car, and the key to the plane with me at all times, just in case. And it's obvious to those who've seen my plane that actually making it look nice (or anything short of embarrasing) is way down on the list. I'm flying the crap out of this thing, and enjoying every nanosecond of it, and I don't see any relief in sight. I wanted to fly late yesterday afternoon (having just come back from several hours of flying to SC the day before) but thought I'd try to hang around and visit with the family a little, when my wife says "why are you not out flying....it's GORGEOUS out there!" This worries me a little, because I don't think life is supposed to be this good. Next time you see me, I'll probably be the guy that can't find the time to shave... Mark Langford, Harvest, AL see homebuilt airplane at http://www.N56ML.com email to N56ML "at" hiwaay.net
