Last weekend I had an invitation to fly with the local riff-raff down at the Skyraiders Fun Fly. Thanks, Steve...
However, at the last moment I chose to head north. To fly with Canadian riff-raff, don'chaknow.
Only two cars ahead of me at the border. Mr. Border Dude says, "Where do you live, where are you going, blah, blah, blah..."
And..."Do you have any weapons?"
Uh-oh. Hmmm, I did leave in a rush, even getting gas at the last minute.
"Could you excuse me for a moment? I will answer, but most of all I want to give an honest answer."
The glove box was empty. Close call.
Flew a couple new models.
Told some outrageous jokes.
Told some outrageous stories.
And then I saw it. Real long, much longer than I would have predicted. A strange faded red sort of color, highlighted by dots of the same color astride it.
I even touched it.
Dan