Doug, Ross and another wingman before they launched off to a fly-in in their RV-6s. They were excited that I was going to join their formation flight as the slot. WHAT? My 170 keeping up with their RVs? They laughed and all I could think about was them calling me Capt. Slow in my Cessna! I am not sure I want to be like Capt. Slow from Top Gear so I let them go as a three ship.
The hangar that I rent has room for four airplanes in it and a new one is to move in this month. A Cessna O-2 will occupy the spot where I am at. Time for some cleaning, sweeping and trashing. A bucket of old oil needed recycled so I grabbed it to empty and smelled a funny odder. Mouse? So I swept behind the shelves looking for a dead mouse. Nothing. OK... time to dump the oil... whoa... the oil smells bad! What do you know I found three mice had fallen into the oil bucket!! Has to be the most expensive mouse trap I could have ever thought of! At least they didnt end up in the airplane!
On my way out I snapped a shot of the resident Super DC-3 owned by the owner of our little airport. A big ship for this small place!
Today I did some more cleaning. I didnt last long as the still air in the hangar was rather warm. Hope to find some time to make a flight or two before taking the 170 down for annual the end of the month.