And so we brought it home, no air tyme today doing routine engineering here at the Lair.

 

And so morning has arrived. No sleep and hungry. $6.00 in EBT, but worrying about operations here.

So wuzz up with me? Understand I love riding with the MC Both SAMCRO, MC as well with the Knytes. But I've always loved flying. It's hard to put into words the aura and peace one finds at 30,000 feet doing 6oo.mph, the view of the planet is breathtaking. The feelings you experience is something undescribable.  Look I love cruising and rods, I love toewing and am not going to quit either of them, but since age 7, my eyes have always looked to the sky. Aviation simply is the sky is not a limit, but a living. 

As such from the time I made an unscheduled and not approved flight in a T-39, from HAFB to hours in simulators, my love has been flying. Aviation is more than a task or vocation, its a love that is not describible. Now onto why I do with babes and models. 

When I was assigned full authority and command of the WolfPack, back in 1997, the thought inspired by a cat who does aviation photography, and in remembrance of the lovelies on aircraft of several theaters of combat, I thought, hey we can do that too. So I got back into a world that I intentionally walked out of with the Knytes. They too loved shooting photos of hot bods with rods and customs. In that era, there was and as far as I know of everything hot rod publication format, always had a honey to attract us male corpuscles to buy, the publications so the Knytes followed suit. The thing is back then before the Ted Bundies and all crept out, it was easy as a fast poster at a local burger joint, and we had model talent running out of our butts. It became a real pain in the ass, as well. Having to drive all the time to Utah and agencies to hire talent, in the post-Bundies era, women just would not jump to the chance to earn a few hundred bucks, standing and/or posing with our rods and customs. So after the rounds with That Erin, from Jerome and all, I said to hell with it. But then 2013 came, Indian Rick was depheeted to being President, The original idea of the Reaper club here was killed, and I saw a place where my head in the clouds skills would be used better. By then of course the WolfPack, was already operational, Maj. Eddy Stott was in command but wasn't flying much after his tragic accident that left him partially paralyzed. So the spot opened up, and I was there. Moved first to Ogden Utah, then opened up the best studios we ever had for AFRN there so we took it. Early 2014 came, KEVA went dark, some hard negotiations took place and we had our first OTA station on AM. The rest of all of it is stuff ya'll already know. The WolfPack is growing, and gaining altitude. The radio gig is not dead, by a long shot, but there are tons of things that need to be done before I can hit the ayrewaves. Including but not limited to gaining some qualified lady jocks in the cockpit of KNYT FM, here. Now before ya'll go off here, the idea for a secondary straight person, in the studio, is a keen idea. One of which both radio and TV have gone into. My inspiration for the lady concept was Robin Quivers aka Stern's second seat. Spending time in a 10 X 10 Studio, for 6 hours every day, gets somewhat queery. That is if it's just two guys. Close quarters with another guy in a fox hole on a battlefield, but close quarters with another guy, is again queery. So hire lady voices and in-studio on-air talent. Remember this is Twin Falls Idaho. If you farm and plant taters, or supply that industry, here you're fine. If you aren't(which we do), You're looked at with a more than a raised eyebrow, your measure of success is limited to redoing every day. My friend in Hagerman Les Lynch used to say you have to constantly reinvent the wheel here. He was right. Anybody who says that old Les was involved in any kind of sex crime against a child is just nuts. Les wouldn't molest much less, mall some youngster girl. Les gave a girl a glass of lemonade and they read a book, that was it. No bullshit of anything. But he got pinned for that, and I'm getting off course. We have brought it home, and we deliver, thing is I don't make a dime off of this. Any and all ad money generated if we do at all goes to the cash stash of the WolfPack, not me. I do what I do because I was there. Laying on a small metal shelf thing that was a bunk. During off-hours, and not flying on a floating airport, all you hear is that giant rubber band slinging aircraft off of the deck. When there is a quiet time, which is scarce, all you have is your laptop, so you tune to online radio. It's still very lonely, but I was there like thousands of Navy/Marine aviators. So the WolfPack decided to rework our network, make it easy to access, to keep those aviators company on those long tours of duty. Any flyte, I am going to get back to working the golden screwdriver, here. See you tonite on AyrePower Radio on ayrewolffm.com