Sometime we get to fly
I got the opportunity to work on a Beaver, reliving the past and better yet I got to fly it around. There are somethings I will never forget and the sound of a P+W 985 is one of them.
My son and mechanic, Max has moved North to Alaska! His first job as an aviation mechanic not in my hanger, nothing better than Alaska for a budding mechanic. He will be missed but it also means I get to visit……..Otters, Beavers, Cessna’s, anphibs, straight floats…..What more can you ask for…
Busy as always, I have the 182 flying and the kids are, as I was told ?flying the shit out of it?, what ever that means. I guess I do know what that means is my gas bill is only going up. Also have the Champ in the hanger getting its first annual in 18…
Bringing in the new year with a 182 firewall repair, not for the light of heart. The weather has been snow and ice here and has slowed all incoming parts and slowed the progress down in the mean time we are hard at work on our new project….a 180J
I am who I am because of my dad, my co pilot. He never was a pilot or a mechanic but when he asked me what I wanted to do with my life and I told him I wanted to be a pilot he said, “then you better be one”. He always backed me up…
Fabricated new inspection panels and doublers with the help of my CNC master and local machine shop…
After a 1000 miles one way we picked up a 180 that has been sitting for 10 years. A Montana ranchers plane, he landed where only Buffalo and Indians roamed. The goal is a newly overhauled engine a handful of STC’s and a clean bill of health then back to the prairie.