There I was, in my front room, watching, no less Black Sheep Squadron on TV, got up to go to the indoor latrine, hey those eggs and all HAD to go somewhere. So sat there reading the local news rag, when I heard two serious Pratt and Whitney engines. Thinking I had left the TV on too loud, went into my front room, and found that it was not the TV, but the real thing overhead. Two F4U's overhead flying out to Jerome's AP. So I went out to the truck where my scanner was, turned it on, and perhaps that was the reignition, of a line of a glide path that my life was going to take.
Now understanding that anything and everything had aviation involved in my lyfe's view, since I was born, okay two years after I was born. Living in Layton Utah, just outside of HAFB's front door and quite down view of their main taxiway, One could not ignore those fighters flying off and landings. Having a Dad who was working on base way too many hours, something called cross branch OSI work. (still don't completely understand that.)Mom was working at first Personeel and me on weekends, having full access to every damn thing on that base, except the NCO club, and even that at times there with Dad, drinking Shirley Temples(gingeraisles.) Never understood why they just didn't call it Ginger Aisles? Didn't want serious cocktails, being deep inside the predominant religion of Utah. Any flyte, out in the main hanger, I was crawling in, playing with, and even getting greasy, in every darn aircraft in the Marine, AirForce and Navy aircraft of the 1960's early 1970's. My Mom engineered in a team the landing system, of the C5A Galaxy 
Hey, it's one thing to get it up, it's another to get it back on earth. But aviation was and is, the main center of life at least my life. Back in as recent as 2013, after Native American Rick, embezzled thousands of Dollars of the Knytes and made me look like a bafoon, it was taking over the Ayre-Wyng of the club, that saved me, and my existence of being in the Club. This was after many years of high flyte, from being and in many ways of both the 214, as well as the 466th, 3rd Marines unit, Yuma Arizona, long after the WolfPack had been formed, being or living in or at an airport, moreover being fortunate to living on Military airbases, was essential well being. So as I chatted overnight with big Jon, here over landline, this is why Jon is still the big kahuna here. Even at 73 years, 10 years older than I, and if there is anyone on Earth that knows me any better than Jonny, I ain't met em. Why? since the early years on Spurlock Drive, in Layton, to now. Jonny has been in my picture. We played cars and mini trucks in my Mom's flower garden, spent hours under and in engines, building bikes, but those days Dad, My dad took me out to HAFB, its been things flying. Considering that in the leaning years of the 1970s, Bro and I were building a VW Rabbit, into a mini helicopter, sidelined after boots, white go-go 
that I collided with Hazzard, big Jon said last night that the Hazzard thing while all groovy in itself, is a fading sunset. Until the Club gets access to the area of Idaho, to build the real Hazzard City, perhaps I need to doing what I love. Flying. So since we talked, I made a big decision, dedicate myself to things WolfPack, and less Knytes, more flyte than bikes. Or the MC, it's flyte. Our radio gig will be taking flyte rather than too much truck. Or Hazzard. While I'm nowhere near selling LexiBelle, 
her days of daily use, are now on the setting sun, I'm in flying. Oshkosh is in 4 days, not making it this year, but you can bet your next FAA inspection, that I will next year. Instead of shop space, it's going to be Hangar space, instead of many things it's aviation. Which even with type 2 diabetes, and pending review for my med card, I'm in the clouds, not so much snagging and dragging. While there are bikers and car clubs all over, there aren't too many aviation groups, except for ours, here in our area of Idaho. Now you may say, aviation isn't here. Consider that in not too many years ago, if you didn't have a pilot in your crew, or had a pilot on your staff, you couldn't open a business in Idaho. So in months to come many changes will be happening here. Including the location of both the organization, as well as the radio werx.
Pinups and aerial photography in my next post.
