Today was a red-letter day. For the first time in my building recollection, I hate my airplane project. Is it the fact that every time I need a part I can’t find it or, that it has to be ordered? Or maybe, is it that at a time when I should be well on my way, I don’t know what or how I should do it. It could be that each time I have confidence in what the next step is, someone heard to say, “I don’t think that is the best way”. Today, I have had it! A broken drill bit doesn’t seem like such a big deal but, when it makes the drill slip and the force of you trying to make it work just right forces it through two layers of fabric, I think I have the God given right to say ‘&%$#@?^… and your Momma too.’

Don’t get me wrong I do swear, but this time I really, really, meant it. My first thought is, how will I possibly explain it to all the guys in the club? This is the type of hole that could stand out in a gopher town. It is like a black turd in a resort swimming pool. It is like a mink coat at a PETA convention. So, I‘ve said it, it is noticeable. I think the world of our club, but all your bifocal eyes are killing me. I recall helping Troy rivet the RV 10. I bucked rivet 246 perfectly, too bad he was on 247. The dent was there, then the gnashing of teeth began, and the pacing was in full bloom. I felt lower than a rattlesnake’s belly in a wagon rut. What had I done? Worse yet, how was Troy going to explain it to all of you? Well, we know that Troy got over it and so will I. But for now, that damn thing can rot in the garage for all I care.

I am starting to realize that the reason that some projects take longer than others, is that we want to achieve full member status of a very good club. This helps to promote safety and fun flying. We can achieve full status by recognizing the standards set by our peers and the experience that they have. We also know that our big brothers are watching to make sure that the ideals of common sense and good practice’s make all the events that we have, successful. So, with a cup of salt I accept my limitations and vow to do better. But be fore warned, I won’t be flying Buford anytime soon. As they say, fine wine knows no time. Also, Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal. (Henry Ford)

Wishing you all memorable flights in your best efforts. See you at the Poker Run.