at is now lodged permanently in my aching lungs. That means this weekend was uniquely beautiful and clear to behold; an ideal time to get up in the air in a small plane. And fly it. While it breaks. Sara Grace Rimensnyder has the tale.

Posted by at November 2, 2003 10:59 PM

Scary: My girlfriend and I also noticed the Simpsons-like clouds on the way up to the USC game yesterday morning.

Posted by: Andrew at November 2, 2003 11:18 PM

If I must clarify, it wasn't the clouds or the clear blue sky that were scary, just that the whole scene looked uncannily like the beginning of The Simpsons--and someone else noticed it, too!

Posted by: Andrew at November 2, 2003 11:19 PM

What the hell?

I'm having a really hard time with this. In every Stearman (not "Steerman", but the bi-plaine bit makes it clear) I've seen -- and the two that I've flown in -- the throttle is on the left hand.

I'd be very curious to see one with it on the right.

Posted by: Billy Beck at November 3, 2003 02:01 PM

So, it turns out that when I say "throttle" I mean "joystick." And it was in the center. Hey, I didn't claim to be an expert!

Posted by: sara at November 4, 2003 09:57 PM


You "didn't claim". Big deal. Know what?

For untold generations going back further than anyone can possibly know, people-oids have dreamed of flight. And you've done it. Can you imagine how special that is?

I betcha can.

Good for you, girl.

Posted by: Billy Beck at November 6, 2003 08:00 AM
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