We had planned this trip for a while now with little success due to a variety of reasons; lack of time, bad weather, a nasty outbreak of swine flu and matrimonial quibbles. Well, quibbles is a euphemism really, just like saying the Holocaust was due to a minor gas leak.
July the 5th was a beautiful Sunday and everything coalesced to make it happen. Michael arrived at 11am in his beautiful '67 Karman Ghia, resplendent in its recent bare metal re-spray in pearl white.
I had gone to Halfords to buy a quart of oil and also to check out a young Ishmaeli girl at the sales counter who was particularly un-phased by the sledge-hammer wit and charm that I was busily doling out. Still, it saved me from a night out, five pints of Stella and a dollop of Chlamydia!
When I arrived back at the den, Sean and Michael were pottering around the garage prepping up the HP 49. This was a rotary valve model engine that had recently undergone the equivalent of an engine rebuild. Originally manufactured in...
I was sitting down doing nothing at home when it suddenly occured to me I could go flying. I checked the weather, no wind, I checked with the Mrs, she's having her hair done, on her head not her back this time. I checked my timetable. Amazing nothing on and I had the new bixler to maiden.
As usual my stuff is everywhere; stashed in corners under beds, on top of the wardrobe etc. Finally I was ready. I thought I would pop over and see Mayoor on the way to the field. I scrounged a coffee and when I arrived he was messing around his desk looking for things, as usual, I did mention that he could clear his desk but he said he knows where everything is ??.
I told him the Bixler or Tampon 2 as its called was ready for its maiden; he grabbed the plane and runs his keen eye on the set up. He then started to move this and adjust that and then he ripped into me about not paying attnetion to setting up the plan properly,...