Well shucks, another night in the French quarter due to mechanical problems with some of the planes. Now, Dudley and I received some sad new, the air museum that we rented the B-24 from wants it back and are sending a crew down to fly it back to California.
So, here we go again looking for a new ride. The local swap shop birds are way out of our price range and the bloody fool won't lease or rent us a plane. Well, its a long walk home, but then Old Dudley P. comes up and does his magic! It seem this old Louisiana cajun has a old, and he emphasised OLD, WWII bomber out back, and if we were interested he would make us a sweet deal. Now I started to worry! But as usual, Dudley P. Fudpucker came through and now we own an B-26 warbird.
The old Cajun fellower look over at me and asked “Can you fly this B-26 you know she was call a lot of name like the Widow Maker hehe.” I answer him in my best yankee draw “Does the Lone Ranger ride a white horse.” He replied, “These throttle jockeys pilots are all the same, crazier than a loon.” as he walked away!
A very fine flight! Sure thought we were going to have some nasty weather for the complete flight due to all the rain and thunder that was going on at Dallas, but it cleared up for most of the flight with the exception of having fog and unstable winds. For our part the weather cleared on approach, and we could see where in the heck the runway was. Like Willy will be checking around at the swap shops for a new ride.
Howdy Folks,
sounds pretty darn good! I believe Old Dudley is shopping around for another ride, hehe the guns on the B-24, it seem they don't have any boolets. Rumors has it that we maybe flying around some unfriendly folks here in the near future, and if thats true Dudley would like to be a little unfriendly also, so we need some ammo. hehe.
