Alex Clark
Registered User
Life Long Alaskan
I wasn?t looking for her, no nothing even close.
I had flown searches down through Canada and then down along the coast.
Something with floats, that was my quest.
I wandered from State to State, doing my best.
Then back to Alaska, I returned empty handed.
It looked like my float dreams, would soon be disbanded.
One last fast glance, at the Soldotna airport bulletin board.
I saw the little ad plus a photo, and I knew I had scored.
So I snatched off the photo, no use giving others a chance.
Then down to the bank, to check my savings balance stance.
A couple of hours later, I found her down a long gravel back-road.
She stood proudly in a gravel pit, and on 26-inch tires she strode.
I was struck by her color, her classic cub Lock Haven yellow.
I said ?hello beautiful?, ?I think am your new Fellow?.
She had life time struts, and a Super Cub rudder.
I looked in her cockpit , and started to stammer and stutter.
Her deck was clean plywood, her panel simple and pure.
If you like flying Spam Cans, she would give you the cure.
No power, no starter, no battery or lights.
Her oversized gear legs, promised off-field landing delights.
Her cowling was glossy Lock Haven yellow, converted to the Cub Special style.
And with her little C-90 engine, in only five minutes, she could climb nearly a mile.
One pull on her prop, and her engine was purring.
I did not care about the price, she was far too alluring.
So I skimmed through the books, there wasn?t much there.
I?d think about it later, too much knowledge might lead to a scare.
The cash traded hands, and I was soon homeward bound.
She trimmed for hands-off flying, as we floated over the ground.
Now we have had a few adventures, and more are to come.
Me and the little Cub, painted the color of the afternoon sun.
Alex Clark June 2004 Homer, Alaska
I had flown searches down through Canada and then down along the coast.
Something with floats, that was my quest.
I wandered from State to State, doing my best.
Then back to Alaska, I returned empty handed.
It looked like my float dreams, would soon be disbanded.
One last fast glance, at the Soldotna airport bulletin board.
I saw the little ad plus a photo, and I knew I had scored.
So I snatched off the photo, no use giving others a chance.
Then down to the bank, to check my savings balance stance.
A couple of hours later, I found her down a long gravel back-road.
She stood proudly in a gravel pit, and on 26-inch tires she strode.
I was struck by her color, her classic cub Lock Haven yellow.
I said ?hello beautiful?, ?I think am your new Fellow?.
She had life time struts, and a Super Cub rudder.
I looked in her cockpit , and started to stammer and stutter.
Her deck was clean plywood, her panel simple and pure.
If you like flying Spam Cans, she would give you the cure.
No power, no starter, no battery or lights.
Her oversized gear legs, promised off-field landing delights.
Her cowling was glossy Lock Haven yellow, converted to the Cub Special style.
And with her little C-90 engine, in only five minutes, she could climb nearly a mile.
One pull on her prop, and her engine was purring.
I did not care about the price, she was far too alluring.
So I skimmed through the books, there wasn?t much there.
I?d think about it later, too much knowledge might lead to a scare.
The cash traded hands, and I was soon homeward bound.
She trimmed for hands-off flying, as we floated over the ground.
Now we have had a few adventures, and more are to come.
Me and the little Cub, painted the color of the afternoon sun.
Alex Clark June 2004 Homer, Alaska
