Fresno:
"Smaller airplanes that land in vineyards have low survival outcomes."
My first memory of a small light plane, up close, came on a hot day after riding my bike home with an old single speed, fat tired bike, over a hot tar road out of Kingsburg, Ca. Home was a short distance west from the cemetery and just over the Centerville/Kingsburg ditch. I was on the front screened porch listening to some afternoon radio kids dramas before chores when up flew a line of dust. Out of the dust came a bright yellow flash that distracted me from the radio adventures. The yellow thing stopped just short of the irrigation ditch diagonally across the road. I walked over and to the amazement of a six year old, there sat the first J3 I ever saw. The fellow came to visit the sheriff who lived at the other end of the dirt row which ran between to Malaga Wine grape vineyards. Too shy and scared to get real close.
Hey - 8GCBC - if you tell me your throttle story I'll tell you why I stayed away from the sheriff.
