She's Now a Blonde.

Last Wednesday the weather was pristine. I wanted to fly my M-10 to Cambridge for fun and to gas up and to try out the new battery I had just put in the night before. It was a pain in the butt putting the battery in. You have to take out the pilot's seat. Then unscrew two floor boards. Then remove the battery hold down assembly. Then remove the terminal contacts. Then yank the battery. Then put the new one in and put it all back together. I paid a little more when I ordered the battery to get a sealed unit. I hate adding acid. I would have spilled it. I'm a lousy mechanic. In fact, I dropped a bolt into the wing when it slipped out of my fingers. I was very lucky and able to find and recover that bolt. I always do something clumsy like that. I'm really good at some certain mechanic type stuff though. For instance, I get the oldies station playing loud in the hangar. I cuss at everything. I have a really nice lunch, no matter how involved I get in the project. I don't let not having the proper tool get in the way of doing the job. Also, I lay out all the parts and tools and stuff, then goof off for a while and my wife and others can see from the hangar how hard I am working and how important my project is. I employ alchohol, tobacco and firearms for the project too. And I know in advance the project is going to be harder than I think. I try not to actually use a wrench or screw driver because I round off nuts and screw heads. I had a mechanic tell me I could help once on an annual. My job was simple. Go to town and get sandwiches and sodas. So I did that and asked him what I could do next. He said nothing right now but later on you could go to town and get coffee. Well anyway I had the new battery and I flew to Cambridge for fuel and it was a great flight. I had coffee there and ran into an RV-8 guy. I had seen him at both Essex and Bay Bridge and his aircraft is a prize winner. I flew home and had another nice 12 mile flight. I got out the mower and started quickly mowing because my buddy Clark was supposed to fly in. I was mowing the centerline in case he came in sooner rather than later. I was almost done when I looked up and saw the RV-8. It was coming in on final for my east runway. I pulled the mower off to the side. The RV gave me a low pass that made my day. He came across fast and flat and low and turned on the smoke system the whole length. He zoomed out and set up a 180 to come back in to 27. I move the mower down the runway to a turn off. He lands the the beautiful 8 like a feather. Then I see Clark on base in a Warrior. I have two planes land in a span of two minutes. After having no planes visit in weeks. After a short visit Clark left and we watched. When the RV left, wife came out to watch with me at the wind sock. The RV launched and flattened out and gave us a nice pullup/smoke/chandelle. Thanks you guys for comin' in. ::::+:::: PS ...... while I went to CGE, wife went to hairdresser. She's now a blonde. GA Informal.