Wherein the great mountain flying expedition is saved
We pilots fly for as many reasons as there are pilots and we use airplanes for manifold purposes—as many, I suppose, as our imaginations can create.
We sit in single-seat highly modified behemoths behind horsepower ratings better suited to tugboats and fly in tight ovals around pylons venting thousand-dollar bills out our exhaust stacks at air races.
On weekends we are up at dawn to fly short distances in order to partake of pancakes, eggs and sausages washed down with coffee—with the food, and the flying to reach it, only an excuse for the camaraderie of friends old and new.
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