Likewise the panel mounted encoder which offered altitude in several forms, airspeed in several forms, and teeny tiny arrows demonstrating if I was going up or down, was removed. It offered nearly everything except fresh hot coffee, but was an absolute bear for me to read. It has been unceremoniously ripped from its mount.
I simply could not see myself worrying about the proper configuring and operation of the auto pilot (wing leveler actually) on any of my blistering 100 MPH cross country flights seeking out grass strips and watching deer and turkeys from aloft.
This has got to be circles of life within circles of life! I should just face the bitter truth and move back to my old home town because it certainly appears that fate or whatever, sincerely wants me to fly from there.
I dream about those stunningly quiet mist filled mornings at the airport where the dew on the grass soaks through the toes of your shoes. The dreams are so real I can smell the 80 octane exhaust on the building breeze and see the sun’s early morning halo in the east.
With all water combined in the “Mitten” State, we are never more than 6 miles from a body of water here. And nowhere in the state can you be more than 85 miles from the shore of one of the great lakes. The number of miles of shoreline in this state is second only to the great state of Alaska.
On this still, warm, summer’s eve, we have abandoned our mashed potatoes to race across that field, hide behind an ancient Walnut tree, and spy on a tiny machine. He has landed on our grass and taxied beneath a huge oak; and the charming little machine is purring sweetly in the cool evening air, swinging its tail and waggling its rudder like a Humming Bird settling itself for the night.
It is there for someone who loves the outdoors and the gurgle of the stream, drumming grouse, the tug of a trout on the line, the smell of a fresh frost on a fall morning, and the quiet fall of snowflakes from a star filled sky.
The nose gear is always properly placed at the rear of the airplane and the view from the cockpit therefore requires “S” turn in order to see ahead. Taildragger pilots all seem to have longer than usual necks I have noticed; probably the result of craning the see over the combing during those “S” turns.
Plans call for the combing to be placed over the tank and top edge of the instrument panel and riveted in place. It would seem prudent to me to put nut plates in this location rather than rivets since I am virtually positive that sooner or later someone, somewhere, is going to need to get to either the fuel tank or the back of the instrument panel for something.