D Shirley, Ggson Dylon and I headed up the highway to Hardees, our favorite hangout. As we passed the small airport on the edge of town we adults did a double-take. There are these litty bitty airplanes parked all over the place.
No, not in this small town where people are friendly, everyone knows everyone else so he's telling us what to do to make the gate open. We drove right in and I got to take pictures up close and personal of the ultra-lites that had flown in from Gloucester, Virginia. The guy said that a bunch of the pilots were having a cookout in one of the hanger!!
Now, I don't know one plane from the other but, I did know that these were ultra-lites that are built by the owners and flown by them. Scary, oh my. No way would I ever get in one. In most cases there is nothing surrounding you but air and the seat you are sitting on........ Un Un. Not me.
I suppose one of the guys didn't have time to make his own plane so he had bought himself a helicopter.
BIG if I am going to be up in the air in the thing.
What started out as a very normal lunch ended up as an adventure. I like those kinds of days.