Every G.A. bucket was up over, going, comin' to the field today before the Alaskan front-feeder lines up on the Sierra Nevadees this weekend into next week.
10 mins = 1 ga. avgas is my weekly allotment for now.
Normally I'd be up at dawn but the MM don't like 0 cel hand propn' EVEN with a blow-dryer warm-up on the pan.
So, there I waited for the trainer Robinson to stop pedal turns along the parallel taxi back and every C15x and C17x within 50 clicks to stop draggn' 2 mile finals.
At last, the lightest bent-wing lights up with the mighty MM firewalled.
At 782 pounds naked 'er tail pops up withing 50' and she is off the deck BEFORE the first turn-out.
Again JW's dream is back where she belongs...
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