Sad to see it go, especially after 25 years of adventures. But it was time for a younger generation to enjoy it. Now after spending 60 years looking down on the earth I find myself a groundling looking up at the sky.
I could write a book about all the experiences I had flying, beginning in October of 1962 in Fort Worth. All the airplanes--Luscombes, J-3's, PA-12, Cessna 170, M Bonanza, V-35 Bonanza, and then back to my roots in the Super Cub. How I lived through the many mishaps, stupid errors (poor judgement), and just pushing the margins I'll never know. But it was fun! Someday I may write if the statute of limitations has expired for my misadventures.
Adios N2429S--may you be stabled and fed well!
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