Well it has been a bit since I have written. Sorry to all those loyal followers, oh wait, I don't think I have any followers...hmmm...good thing this is really for me. So I got to participate in the Susan Powell search last weekend. Nothing found, but what a great experience to be able to help and support those involved. Got to do a lot of flying without incident (the best kind).
On the way back from the search the road is dirt and not well-maintained. Due to this and the age and general condition of my truck, I dropped a tie-rod on the return trip. I was only going about 25 miles an hour when a heard a repetitive thunking noise. After stopping immediately and assuming a flat tire, I discovered the entire steering arm lying on the dirt. If it happened on the freeway I could have flipped. One of the nuts securing the arm had slowly worked its way off. I guess 70 miles of dirt roads can do that. Luckily I was being followed by some other pilots (two engineers and a machinist). Within 20 or 30 minutes that had me fixes up with the rod secured by rope. It worked all the way home (another 40 miles). Whew.
My daughter turns four today. She loves anything pink, and carebears. I think I saw one or two of the carebears shows when I was little (I was more of a transformers kid), but I didn't remember how borderline some of the humor is. Maybe it is because I have been watching a ton of Dora the Explorer and Little Einsteins and those shows are really meant to teach and entertain at the same time, whereas carebears is primarily meant to entertain. My dream of only educational and uplifting programs for my daughters have been foiled...but seriously, who could be mad at a carebear? (maybe if it is grumpy bear it is possible)
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