Today started out with me catching the Metro to College Park Station. From there, I caught the H bus to Laurel, MD. When I got downtown, I transferred to another bus that was supposed to drop me off at Brockbridge Rd and 198 so that I could walk the rest of the way to Suburban Airport (W18). But Brockbridge Road passed before I could get off and the next thing I knew, I was on a freeway and the bus had no intention of turning around for me.
When it dumped me off, stranded for 2 hours, at Arundel Mills, I decided to go charge my phone in the shopping center. While I was disappointed that this was going to make me an hour late for the event, a canyon blue SWA jet appeared in the sky, taking off to one of Southwest Airlines 67 destinations. It cheered me up.
After charging my phone inside, I returned to my awful fate of riding the bus back to Laurel, but a taxi driver BEGGED me to let him give me a ride- name my price. I said I could do $15. But when I realized I had to stop at an ATM, I upped it to $20 and gave him a five dollar tip for dropping me off at the entrance of W18 (Suburban Airport).
The party was off to a slow start, In the meantime, I greeted Carl, the airport manager and Brian (one of of the pilots who flies an experimental Cub). Soon the pilots were giving Young Eagles rides in their Cubs and helicopters. I had a delicious hamburger and was granted permission to cross the airport and runway to check out the airplanes in the hangers on the other side. I saw a Long EZ make three fast passes over the runway a little later, and met the pilot when he landed.
When all the Young Eagles had their rides, I was invited to change altitude in the Cubby. They called me a "Young-at-Heart" Eagle, and Brian said I qualified because I was a little bit knowledgeable and extremely enthusiastic! Yay!
We made two circles of the airport because the helicopter was in the way after the first circuit. I didn't mind. I enjoyed the feeling of flying and felt the air on lifing the wings. I tried to picture it as if the air was visible. I spent too much time taking pictures though, and upon realizing that, I put the camera away and focused on the instruments.
Then Brian, my air race pilot friend, and I visited Doug's hangar where he was building a Challenger II with Dan's help. It was very interesting. I did get distracted by a ground hog that scampered into a hole near the hangar. I was fascinated by the metal work and recalled the time when I was able to build the control surfaces of a Progressive Aerodyne Sea Rey.
Brian had offered to give me a ride to work after a visit to Clopper Lake and a ride in the canoes, but we got there late, having to take a detour to my storage unit to get my work uniform. Since we couldn't ride the canoes, Brian presented me with an early Christmas present, a colorful Spitfire glider. We threw it around and I let Brian adjust the wings for a more straight and level flight after each attempt. Then, as we returned to Germantown, we missed a turn and ended up at Brink Road.
While we were were on the Brink, Brian remembered a friend that lived nearby. We circled for a while and finally found the house tucked away in a densely wooded neighborhood. The house was dark, but Brian went ahead and knocked on the door and visited with a friend he hadn't seen a while, while I remained in the car. Then as we were leaving, he shined his headlights on the backside of the house and right there before my eyes was a V-Witt! I only knew this because he had shown me examples in some books I bought from the CGS Aviation Museum. It was quite a sight, as I had learned about Steve Wittman who designed them and Brian said that he got to fly this particular one.
That had to be the highlight, other than the Cub ride. We checked out the movie theater, but nothing impressed us, so we went to Cold Stone Creamery for ice cream, and then Taco Bell for Cheesy Gordita Crunches. Then he dropped me off at work.
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