Yesterday it was time for that annual aviation ritual known as the annual inspection, a ritual in which every non-commercial aircraft gets poked and prodded and gone over with a fine-toothed comb, and any and all problems found have to be corrected before it can fly again. (Commercial aircraft are even luckier--they get it ever hundred hours of flying time.)
So I was taxiing my aircraft over towards the repair shop on the other side of the field to drop it off, but I couldn't help notice what a beautiful day it was. Such a shame to not fly on a day like this.
Heck with it. "Tower, Super-Cool Cessna requests clearance for departure, Runway 26."
And I was off, heading north this time, just because I went south the last time.
Here's that nice Potomac River below, still carrying a fair bit of sediment from all of the recent run-off.
C&O Canal Cushwa Basin.
Note to self #2: Get a better camera or start flying lower.
"Martinsburg Tower, Super-Cool Cessna is ten miles to the north inbound for two six."
"Super-Cool Cessna, report three mile right base."
"Martinsburg Tower, Super-Cool Cessna is three miles right base for two six."
"Super-Cool Cessna, clear for the option, two six."
"Martinsburg Tower, Even cooler Boeing C-17 Heavy on a ten-mile final for two six."
"Roger C-17. Cessna traffic, he's going to overtake you before you get down, can you hold your position until he lands?"
One of these days, Ima gonna say "no", just to see what they say.
"Super-Cool Cessna Roger. I'll be orbiting present location."
If nothing else, it was a great opportunity to shoot some airborn C-17 pics. (Again, need better camera.)
All lined up, glide path perfect...SHIT! He wasn't kidding about that wake turbulence!"
There he is, folks...one of the new C-17s of the 167th Airlift Wing.