(This post was last modified: 05-05-2017, 04:06 PM by KAV.)
I remember the day my MERKUR HD arrived with a best grade badger of anonymous make and two pucks of old formula TOBS rose soap. WOO HOO! was I excited and felt like Wilbur and Orville at Kittyhawk. That was nine years ago ( where has the time gone?) and wet shaving is an airshow of high performance and vintage aircraft from around the world with vendors selling everything from leather flying jackets to signed photos of Luftwaffe aces.
I held a sailplane license. I was working on my powered license and flying a real unicorn; French built radial engine version of a German Feiseler Storch.
We were over the endless lemon groves of Santa Paula when the engine quit. I was flying and my friend figured a damned glider pilot could get it down safely. Right, that plane had a lower wing loading than a Monarch butterfly and at one point I suggested he get out and PUSH. We finally landed on an orchard road and this truck running irrigation pipe brought petrol after we repaired a leaking fuel line. We flew back to Camarillo airport and landed just as this MIG 19 in scarlet red took off. My friend just sat there sighing ' He just used more fuel taking off than I can afford in a month.' I didn't get it?
We just had a adventure right out of WIND, SAND AND STARS. Money and middle aged eyes ended my flying but it sure was fun.
Back to shaving: We are all in one way or another in to damn a hurry to fly that scarlet MIG. We JUST HAVE TO HAVE that Wolfman, Paladin, 100 pack of discontinued magic blades and by God if we do then one of each isn't enough or if a Brad Sears can offer Sabini knots we walk away in the middle of a dance with the redhead like a 14 year old boy without any semblance of manhood except his testosterone. IF by fortune or fate we do assemble this magic collection half of us start singing Peggy Lee IS THAT ALL THERE IS?
I've been involved in a lot of diverse interests. If I took anything away it was like that flight over lemon groves. Sometimes the JOURNEY is half the fun and going slow demands as much skill as that MIG.
Listen to THE BIPLANE EVERMORE by THE IRISH ROVERS next shave folks.
Oh, while I have your attention;ANYONE SELLING A DARWIN CHEAP?
I held a sailplane license. I was working on my powered license and flying a real unicorn; French built radial engine version of a German Feiseler Storch.
We were over the endless lemon groves of Santa Paula when the engine quit. I was flying and my friend figured a damned glider pilot could get it down safely. Right, that plane had a lower wing loading than a Monarch butterfly and at one point I suggested he get out and PUSH. We finally landed on an orchard road and this truck running irrigation pipe brought petrol after we repaired a leaking fuel line. We flew back to Camarillo airport and landed just as this MIG 19 in scarlet red took off. My friend just sat there sighing ' He just used more fuel taking off than I can afford in a month.' I didn't get it?
We just had a adventure right out of WIND, SAND AND STARS. Money and middle aged eyes ended my flying but it sure was fun.
Back to shaving: We are all in one way or another in to damn a hurry to fly that scarlet MIG. We JUST HAVE TO HAVE that Wolfman, Paladin, 100 pack of discontinued magic blades and by God if we do then one of each isn't enough or if a Brad Sears can offer Sabini knots we walk away in the middle of a dance with the redhead like a 14 year old boy without any semblance of manhood except his testosterone. IF by fortune or fate we do assemble this magic collection half of us start singing Peggy Lee IS THAT ALL THERE IS?
I've been involved in a lot of diverse interests. If I took anything away it was like that flight over lemon groves. Sometimes the JOURNEY is half the fun and going slow demands as much skill as that MIG.
Listen to THE BIPLANE EVERMORE by THE IRISH ROVERS next shave folks.
Oh, while I have your attention;ANYONE SELLING A DARWIN CHEAP?