Finishing the well worn path out over the ranchlands (mostly ranchlands), there is just enough time to beat the sunset home. The nose lowers to the left toward the winding deep green oaks and pecan trees along the creek leading home. So lush you can’t even see Bear Creek under there.
I still can’t overheat the Eze. It just takes the high speed run in stride, as usual, and happy for more.
Just enough time before sunset. As with so many times before, with one finger the power is backed off a little to the wingover power setting. The nose is already swinging a little low and left to exactly 180, and already coming smoothly up to that perfect angle, now a little left rudder over the top, through 090 on speed and altitude, swinging swerving back downward and beginning the gentle pull with the nose coming up with the altimeter settling on altitude and airspeed and 000. Already lofting up again, in the groove, snapping mental images of the vistas that are held for a few seconds and then replaced with a better one…
That was thirty minutes ago; the first wingovers in several months. The third flight in three days, all business after the annual, now complete with the multiple checks of static RPM, nosewheel liftoff speed, the rebuilt carb, new plugs, the autopilot in but unconnected… Test checklist complete after three flights and still time for a few wingovers.
Spectacular weather. The meager flight time during the seemingly endless too-busy to finish and fly days… those vacant weeks until now, drain away. All done. All good. All new wingover data in the noggin, greens and blues and purples and turquoise’s and shades of whites and tans, no grays or browns for now… the gentle, just right wind on final to assist in supporting a satisfying touchdown…
Over the three days I have been chased in by a glistening Lacombe, a Thorp T-18, a Lancair, a classic yellow Cub, a Coot amphibian, a brilliant yellow Tailwind, a PITTS…
In the rumble of engines shutting down, I decide not to interrupt the grinning, and friendly insults by mentioning to them their… our… planes are dying out. Oh, and an RV. I don’t think any of us are too worried about any of the airplanes loosing or winning a popularity contest.
I have heard that airplanes can expand your horizons. Or bring them closer…
Gotta run, time to visit some about VariEzes.
Hope that helps

Bill James
The Lord loves us the way we are, but too much to let us stay that way 