I had a couple of hours free yesterday, after the turkey was in the oven and the rest of the family was doing other things. 60°F, CAVU, near calm winds... as perfect a day for ultralight flying as you'd ever get in November in New England, so naturally I went to the airport. I was only surprised that nobody else had the same idea... I had the usually busy airport to myself, so I could play.
I wanted to burn off most of the car gas in my tank before filling with avgas for winter storage, so I spent the time in the pattern, just shooting landings... and with nobody else around to get in my way, I shut down my engine on downwind each time, deadsticking it onto a short bit of grass alongside the paved runway, rolling to a stop in silence with a big grin before yanking on the starter rope to taxi back and do it again. All in all a delightful interlude before the overeating we Americans are known for on this day of the year.
Happy belated Thanksgiving to all!
-Dana
I wanted to burn off most of the car gas in my tank before filling with avgas for winter storage, so I spent the time in the pattern, just shooting landings... and with nobody else around to get in my way, I shut down my engine on downwind each time, deadsticking it onto a short bit of grass alongside the paved runway, rolling to a stop in silence with a big grin before yanking on the starter rope to taxi back and do it again. All in all a delightful interlude before the overeating we Americans are known for on this day of the year.
Happy belated Thanksgiving to all!
-Dana