I just dug out my photo album and scanned some pictures I have taken over the years.
This is me flying Tiger 37 which I hired from the Royal Aero Club. John Bird checked me out in it after I had got my PPL flying Tomahawks and Cherokees.
This is me flying Tiger 37 which I hired from the Royal Aero Club. John Bird checked me out in it after I had got my PPL flying Tomahawks and Cherokees.
It was the first real plane I flew.
Later on after getting my Aerobatic endorsement in the Chipmonk I got it as part of my BFR in the Tiger with Werner Buhlman.
This is how the pic came back from Kodak - Reb Felton was working QA at the lab and I was a Technician.
Wing in the summer palace workshop.
It's a shame I didn't take any photos of the fuselage being built - I cemented the jig to the floor in my usual belt and braces approach. It's also a shame I didn't take photos of the kit arriving. It coincidently arrived on my 30th birthday.
Looking back it's a shame I don't get the same kick out of building the 'plane as I did in the early days. It's become so much a part of my life I just take it for granted. A few of the trials and tribulations I have endured with life's ups and downs have some how made it into a job of work. Maybe this time finally, nothing is going to happen to fuck things up.
The winding road has however sown the seeds of some very interesting possibilities. I would never in a million years have dreamed back then what I had in store for me and what I was going to learn.
I don't know what's going to happen once the damn thing is flying, probably start off by bursting into tears.
