I’m giving you the full resolution copy so you can blow it up big on your monitor!
This morning’s line up as three of our aircraft got ready to go do a flyover, from left to right:
- P-51 Mustang fighter (red tail, silver body)
- PBJ/B-25 bomber
- F8F Bearcat fighter (blue)
- SNJ-5 trainer (yellow)
- C-46 transport
My usual Saturday out at the CAF SoCal hangar in Camarillo. We had a somewhat rare and unusual visitor on the ramp.
A great-great-grandchild of sorts to our PT-19 trainer and the SNJ trainer that followed, the T-45 trainer is used today to teach naval aviators how to fly jets.
It says “Navy” on this side and “Marines” on the other – same difference to a certain extent, both are “naval aviators” and trained to take off and land from aircraft carriers. Note the launch hook sticking out from the front of the nose wheel, and the retracted tailhook at the rear. The T-45 is what today’s naval aviator is flying when he or she does his or her first carrier landings.
This would be a fun ride! I wouldn’t even need to be in the front seat!
There’s a whole bunch of “remove before flight” flags while it’s parked.
Not just for show, eventually they had to leave to go back to El Centro where they’re based.
Up close and personal, it’s really, really loud! (Video tomorrow if I get a few minutes to clean it up and edit a bit.)
Three of the Labours of Hercules complete (more or less). More to start working on tomorrow.
The problem, unlike running a marathon, is that I’m not sure where the finish line is, how far away, or even if there *IS* a finish line.
That makes it all a bit more…challenging.
It’s been said that a novel is never finished, only abandoned. The same is no doubt true of financial statements if you’re a particularly anal retentive sort of accounting person – and if you’re an accounting person, you are.
I’m done. Let the Spanish Inquisition begin!
That feeling when they’re trying to figure out at the hangar who needs to get training on using the AED (automated external defibrillator) in case anyone has a heart attack because we apparently need to have a minimum number of people trained and when your name comes up everyone immediately pretty much agrees that you’re the last person that should be trained simply because you’re the one most likely to NEED the AED used when YOU have a heart attack, not to be the one using the AED on someone else.
Mixed feelings about that. It’s great that I don’t have to take the training since my plate is full to overflowing and I really can’t spare the time. The logic used to reach that decision is a bit…disturbing. Not saying it’s wrong (although I feel fine – strong like bull! smart like tractor! smooth like brick! ook! ook!! ook!!!) because I can see their point.
Aren’t I something of a “spring chicken” in that group?