Dgamble
Well Known Member
I doubt if I am alone in this: during the building of my airplane, there were a number of people who lent support throughout the entire process. One of those for me was/is my father. Without his intervention, my project would have never left the ground, both figuratively and literally. As many of you probably know, my overall build time was increased by a factor of roughly 25% simply because every single time I worked on the airplane, I wrote about it.
The primary purpose of that writing was self-aggrandizement, of course , but nearly as important was keeping my dad up to date on the progress of the build, if for no other reason than it gave him something to talk about with his buddies at the track during the morning horse training sessions.
Not surprisingly, I often thought of the day when I would be able to give him a ride in the airplane that he made possible. That opportunity arose yesterday. Not only was this his first time seeing the plane in all of its splendidly colorful glory, it was also the first cool, clear, and smooth flying weather that would ensure a comfortable, low stress ride.
We didn't go far, nor did we need to. I flew the handful of miles south of the airport to circle his farm so he could get a nice look at it from the air:
I grant that it's hard to tell from the picture, but he really enjoyed it. He's only slightly irked that I made him take his horseman's hat off to put the headsets on:
I imagine everyone has someone that they strive to make proud of their efforts. He's mine, and he is.
What more could I ever ask for?
The primary purpose of that writing was self-aggrandizement, of course , but nearly as important was keeping my dad up to date on the progress of the build, if for no other reason than it gave him something to talk about with his buddies at the track during the morning horse training sessions.
Not surprisingly, I often thought of the day when I would be able to give him a ride in the airplane that he made possible. That opportunity arose yesterday. Not only was this his first time seeing the plane in all of its splendidly colorful glory, it was also the first cool, clear, and smooth flying weather that would ensure a comfortable, low stress ride.
We didn't go far, nor did we need to. I flew the handful of miles south of the airport to circle his farm so he could get a nice look at it from the air:
I grant that it's hard to tell from the picture, but he really enjoyed it. He's only slightly irked that I made him take his horseman's hat off to put the headsets on:
I imagine everyone has someone that they strive to make proud of their efforts. He's mine, and he is.
What more could I ever ask for?