Imagine a small air service company in the arid desert/agricultural countryside of Southern California during the nineteen fifties.
There's two or three beefed-up R-985 Stearman, and then there's the boss' favorite, an un-plumbed biplane that nobody can really identify. Sure, it's got a familiar R-790 bolted on the front, but nobody can really pin down just what it is.
The boss uses the plane for light duty and private flights, sometimes just disappearing into the desert to...."go find himself."
There's two or three beefed-up R-985 Stearman, and then there's the boss' favorite, an un-plumbed biplane that nobody can really identify. Sure, it's got a familiar R-790 bolted on the front, but nobody can really pin down just what it is.
The boss uses the plane for light duty and private flights, sometimes just disappearing into the desert to...."go find himself."
