Tired. It’s getting late (at least I’m not a Chicago Blackhawks or Boston Bruins fan up well past midnight in triple overtime), I’m a bit jet lagged still, we’re off for more travel tomorrow (the 2013 Graduation Tour, Phase Two), and I’m not sure that my brain is hitting on all cylinders.
So have a picture:
This is the Commemorative Air Force’s Spitfire at the Camarillo airport on March 18th. I would love to have enough experience, flight hours, skill, money, and time to be able to fly this beauty – but the odds of that are fairly long. So I ogle and take pictures.
Here’s her cockpit:
Tomorrow, the road! I think we’re taking The Long Suffering Wife’s new(ish) convertible rather than my ancient-adjacent POS van, so maybe somewhere along I-5 with the top down and the wind in my hair I can pretend that I’m flying the Spitfire.
As long as the CHP doesn’t notice…
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