I had to work on a Sunday morning,

delivering another solar panel to a guy who in our first five minutes of talking on the phone, to a total stranger (me) agreed that it would be a fine idea for me to air deliver right to his door step the next morning, I can't believe how trusting people are, I must be a smooth talker! This has been an interesting last few days for external loads.

I was able to taxi right up to his shop, which was very interesting. He had a huge bandsaw, for cutting slabs out of trees, he does slab tables etc. and had a great setup, all right there at home, my kind of guy.

Great setup, but he had a lousy view.

Fully operational this '54 IH airport scissors lift truck is a classic, so ugly it's good looking.

BTW: No BS about who did what and who knows about it from me, just flying porn! Bombing back into my strip I was listening to the blues channel on the Sirius, and it was an interview with BB King, along with a lot of music. While banked up at 45 degrees and burning off the altitude I need to clear the ridgeline when arriving home from the east he started talking about when he got his pilots ticket, uneducated and not real well known yet, he couldn't believe that others like him had their own aircraft and flew them. His flying blues buddies talked him into going for it, and he did and flew himself all around the country for over 10 years, until he started making so much money the bean counters and insurance pukes told him he needed a safety pilot, which he said made it a PITA so he hung it up. He had very fond memories of flying, though, and it really was one of the coolest "how I got into flying" stories I ever heard, then I landed just as he finished the story, perfect
