Ground hog day day…
Day 34. 25/July/2014 Ground hog day day… Day score 6.
Last night I took some pictures of Itzy in the midnight bright sky and drew a picture of my Kr2 with me in it saying thank you to Geirfugl on the white board in preparation for me to depart today. It looked ok and I have printed off all the necessary information of flight plans and plogs and airfield data sheets and maps. Come to this morning though and no. Fogged out…
Benni’s engine for his Pitts Model 12 has turned up. He wanted a hand lifting it in so Thurther and I went to have a look at the job. They had returned the engine, which looked resplendent in its new paint at 400 horse power. It was originally 360HP. That might not sound much more, but it’s 10% and is going to make the aircraft even more ballistic. Benni said three people was all it took to drop the engine out, yeah may be 3 people did drop it out onto the floor from a great distance, but us 3 couldn’t move it less lift it in. It wasn’t ready anyway. The magneto’s needed to come off and the fuel pump. We looked at what was needed and what tools would be needed as Benni had none and returned.
Gummy was away. He was always there. He was practising again to be the entertainment at a big important fly-in hosted by the Captains old and present of Atlantic Airways 757 fleet at their private holiday retreat airfield near Eyjafjalla-Jokul. There is a bass guitar hanging up on the wall and a guitar either side of the sofa and people come in plug them in and strum for pleasure. But now Gummy was playing bass, Darty – a young Cessna 170 pilot was lead vocals and guitar and Artley a young Focker 50 pilot on keyboards and Kristion a good friend and instructor at the club, who had helped me a lot, bashing the drums. The party, not to be missed, is at Hurka-dalsh-melar how I pronounced it but spelt Haukadelsmel. But I am going to miss it. The weather looks good tomorrow and I have to go. I can’t fly to Greenland on Sunday as all airfields in Greenland are closed on Sunday and Monday looks like Iceland will be blown further north in the Atlantic. The next chance would be Tuesday and that’s too late, I’ll never get to Oshkosh before it’s over. It starts Monday anyway. I’ve watched these guys practising for weeks now, everyone here is flying to the party and I will miss it. If I don’t, if I go, I’ll miss Oshkosh.
Thought for the day: Life is so bloody unfair… Oh well.