As Summer drifts by and I get out to fly...I do know why. To put a plane in the sky and see it fly by with stunts to try...low and high. My skills I ply as I keep my eye on that plane in the sky. It makes me feel spry as I land and sigh to fill the plane for another re-try. The plane may comply but if not I defy the urge to cry and say good-bye to the field and the guys and thereby do not deny to the urge to eat pie.
Often Crow Pie.
Some POV....Mustang crash and repair and back in the air. Keith's Thunderbolt and Panther.
Whoooooo Buddy)))))
Shug