Days as a hanger rat

Jay Honeck wrote:
Ah, Jack. You are discovering the truly BEST part of owning an airplane.
Hmmm, I'd vote that the best thing is actually flying the plane you own
and hanging around before/after flying is a very close second.

Last night, Montblack and his girl were at our hangar, supping on burnt
offerings and sampling the many fine microbrewed products that they had
contributed to the effort.
You did eat your two fruit meals first, right? Just checking :-)

We spend many hours enjoying the beautiful
evening, and each other's company, whilst absorbing the soothing absolution
of hops and grains.
Mmmmmm, sounds very much like Oshkosh to me. Did Paul bring the mini
van? How many coolers and BBQs?

Tonight, Mary and I were attending one of the too-frequent dinners required
by our position as innkeepers. The food was mediocre, the entertainment
dull
Well, sure, I mean, Paul is pretty entertaining so anything is dull by
comparison :-) And, we all know his burnt offering abilities at the BBQ
so I'm sure the food wasn't nearly as good as his.

, and (worst of all) everyone was smoking, which made for a bleary-eyed,
smelly evening.
One of the things I like about CA...no second hand smoke to deal with.
"Smoking or non-smoking?" is a question you just don't hear when going
to a restaurant.

-- or maybe I'm just nuts
You're really wondering about this? Survey says?...you're nuts Jay!
Then again, so are the rest of us...um...so where were we? Oh ya,
discussing the finer points of being a rat in your own hanger. Yes, I
could get very used to this. If only the hanger wasn't a 20 mile drive
from the house.


To look at your plane and *know* that you can be in Florida by lunchtime (in
our case) is simply an intoxicating elixir -- even if you never, ever use
it.
Ok, in my case, I can be over lake Tahoe in about 35 minutes...on a cool
day when there are no nasty T-storms building...San Francisco is just
over an hour the other direction...but yes, I get the point. Florida by
lunchtime for me would require a jet (and the requisite larger bank
account) :-)


--
Jack Allison
PP-ASEL-IA Student
Arrow N2104T

"When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the Earth
with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there
you will always long to return"
- Leonardo Da Vinci

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Last night, Montblack and his girl were at our hangar, supping on burnt
offerings and sampling the many fine microbrewed products that they had
contributed to the effort.

You did eat your two fruit meals first, right? Just checking :-)

Absolutely! 179 pounds, as of this morning!

Mmmmmm, sounds very much like Oshkosh to me. Did Paul bring the mini van?
How many coolers and BBQs?

Nope, he and Margene drove the "fancy car" to Iowa. (He didn't need to haul
grills this time!)

, and (worst of all) everyone was smoking, which made for a bleary-eyed,
smelly evening.
One of the things I like about CA...no second hand smoke to deal with.
"Smoking or non-smoking?" is a question you just don't hear when going to
a restaurant.

Well, this was at a private club. No rules allowed, if you know what I
mean.

Yes, I could get very used to this. If only the hanger wasn't a 20 mile
drive from the house.

Ouch. That does put a damper on the "spur of the moment" stuff -- but it's
better than no hangar!
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination"

Jay Honeck wrote:
dull, and (worst of all) everyone was smoking, which made for a bleary-eyed,
smelly evening.

Which is why I can no longer work as a bartender. If I'm anyplace with
smoking, the clothes immediately go into the washer (even if I don't
turn it on) and I head for the shower no matter how tired I am. Seems
that my tolerance (which used to be fairly high) has gone to
absolute zero.

A joy of Oshkosh is no smoking in the North 40!

For those of you who smoke, take all the offense you wish. My mother
smoked until the last 6 weeks of her life, so I've been around it
forever. And am one of those children who suffer the effects of
pre-natal smoking mothers. Afterall, the physician said it wouldn't
hurt the baby...

[end of soapbox]

For those of you who smoke, take all the offense you wish. My mother
smoked until the last 6 weeks of her life, so I've been around it
forever. And am one of those children who suffer the effects of
pre-natal smoking mothers. Afterall, the physician said it wouldn't
hurt the baby...

On her death bed, when she could no longer speak, my mother was still
clutching burned-out cigarettes, and instinctively dragging on them. It was
absolutely pathetic.

Of course, when she was pregnant with my sisters in the 1940s, her doctor
PRESCRIBED cigarettes, to help "calm her nerves."

I can't believe I ever smoked. More amazingly, I can't believe Mary married
me when I was a smoker! (Quit in '86, haven't had one since...)
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination"

On 8-May-2005, "Jay Honeck" wrote:

I can't believe I ever smoked. More amazingly, I can't believe Mary
married me when I was a smoker! (Quit in '86, haven't had one since...)


And if health and social concerns don't convince you, consider that quitting
a 2 pack a day habit will save maybe half the cost of buying, maintaining,
and flying a basic airplane.

--
-Elliott Drucker

Phyllis Diller once commented that she was really into the Cub Scout thing
with her kid and was active in all the groups. She said she gave it up when
she got to two packs a day.

{;-)

Jim



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On 8-May-2005, "Jay Honeck" wrote:

I can't believe I ever smoked. More amazingly, I can't believe Mary
married me when I was a smoker! (Quit in '86, haven't had one since...)


And if health and social concerns don't convince you, consider that
quitting
a 2 pack a day habit will save maybe half the cost of buying, maintaining,
and flying a basic airplane.

That's about the same time you started gaining weight, wasn't it?

Jay Honeck wrote:
I can't believe I ever smoked. More amazingly, I can't believe Mary married
me when I was a smoker! (Quit in '86, haven't had one since...)

That's about the same time you started gaining weight, wasn't it?

I can't believe I ever smoked. More amazingly, I can't believe Mary
married me when I was a smoker! (Quit in '86, haven't had one since...)

Nah, when I quit smoking I started going to the gym every day. From '86 to
'88, I was in outstanding shape.

Then in '88 I started my first business...THAT is when I started gaining
weight.

Unless you're really aware of what's happening to you, working a zillion
hours per week is a slippery slope to eating fast foods, snacks, and not
exercising. It took until my third business for me to be aware of what I
was doing to myself.

Slow learner, I guess...
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination"

Blanche wrote:

Which is why I can no longer work as a bartender. If I'm anyplace with
smoking, the clothes immediately go into the washer (even if I don't
turn it on) and I head for the shower no matter how tired I am.

Reminds me of a Friday night bowling league I was in years ago. I'd
wear an old jacket and when I got home, everything in the wash and I
went through the shower.

My mother
smoked until the last 6 weeks of her life, so I've been around it
forever.

Mine too...though the timeframe from lung cancer diagnosis until she
passed away was longer. What I found really amazing was that she quit
absolutely cold turkey immediately after she was diagnosed.
Unfortunately, 30+ years of smoking had taken it's toll

--
Jack Allison
PP-ASEL-IA Student
Arrow N2104T

"When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the Earth
with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there
you will always long to return"
- Leonardo Da Vinci

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You can tell you're a hangar rat when you spend more time futzing around in
the hangar than you actually do flying.

Example: flew 1.1 hours today- spent four hours washing/waxing the plane
(still not done), emptying garbage cans, adjusted the gas powered tug,
played with the dog, tried to fly my son's RC plane on the ramp (not a great
idea when it nearly hit my plane), took a nap on a patio chair, got the wife
to help wax the plane (even on mother's day), and then came home.

It's kind of our summer home at the airport- wait until we start the Weber
up again, then it'll be even longer hours!