We all have fond memories of days spent flying with friends back in the day. We used to drive out onto the grass at the school yard. Our girl friends would spread out a blanket while we would set up the pits, run out the lines, fly and such. Sometimes we would have a picnic basket to nibble at, other times one of us would make a run to In and Out for arguably the best burgers and fries ever.
I find it so different from today, we'd spend at least half a day this way, then pack up, drop off the girls, clean up, and get ready to take them out Saturday night. Sundays we sometimes flew again in the morning, or would drive up into the mountains, or down to the beach. Surfing or Hiking, we sure enjoyed a lot of activity. The girls seemed to enjoy it as much as we did. They managed to put up with us, and our toys. I was never married to one who would do so, perhaps that's why none of them lasted.
Still, with all of that. Now is the greatest time for the hobby for me. I may not be as strong, or quick. My reflexes may have slowed some. but I'm doing more with my hobby than I ever could back in the day.
I've learned a lot from some very good friends. I can design and draw my own planes, with reasonable expectations that they will not be a POS, because of what I've learned. I can still build, trim, paint and fly. I have the time now to do a lot more than I could in the past.
All in all, I'm in the Golden years of stunt.
Thank you all, my friends for sharing it all with me over the years.