Florence bore down on the coastal Carolinas and taught us Mother Nature can be ... instructive ... As in, who's Boss.
Naturally, being fond of machines that harness moving air to generate lift, I was concerned for people and airplanes that lived in the path of this storm. It was a Category 4 hurricane, no trifling late summer breeze. Once ashore and westbound along North Carolina, *poof* it was just breezy rain. Our mountains did their job.
Fun stuff ... working to re-do some of the tailwheel steering and rudder/brake pedal components on the CallAir. Nothing really serious, just detail work that takes friends from across the country to help with photos and advice.
Our local airfield at the Western North Carolina Air Museum will be out of service for a few days until the accumulated rain water has a chance to drain away, giving me time to assess the work that needs to be done and arrange for someone to do it.
I've learned a lot about restoring a one-of-a-kind airplane.
Today is battle of Britain Day. September 15, 1940:
Prime Minister: "All up?"
Dowding: "All up, sir."
Prime Minister: "Reserves?"
Dowding: "None, sir."
Their finest hour.
