Does not bode well

We’ve been here 8 hours and after checking out the local grocery stores
(the famous Piggly Wiggly just outside the airport gates is no more) and
walking down to Aeroshell Square to watch people setting up displays, I am
tired, my knees are sore and my arms feel sunburnt even though I used
sunscreen.

I’d better use the trams a lot to get around.

We’re here!

After all that adventure, we’re finally here. We’ve got a camping spot
with no shade, but we brought a big awning some club members bought when we
came in 2003.

We’re listening to the tower frequency, and there are a surprising number
of people who either didn’t read the notam, or their instinctual need to
read back tower instructions is too strong.

On the road

It’s 91 miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, it’s (not) dark,
and we’re wearing sunglasses.

Hit it!

We should be at Osh in just a few hours.

Plan B

It wasn’t possible to get the plane fixed without either paying ridiculous
shipping costs (4 overnight shipments from 4 different locations) or
cutting corners (re-using washers and bolts and gaskets). So here we are,
*driving* to Oshkosh.

Sigh.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck

Went to preflight the plane. Grabbed the exhaust stack and gave it a wiggle. IT MOVED! The damn muffler is broken.

Nobody on the field works on the weekend, nobody stocks parts. Even if we get it overnighted, it will be monday evening before it’s installed at the earliest.

Fuck!