October 08, 2015
Last week I went to Rochester in the Upstate New-York and was reminded anew why I do not live in one of those states. It was cold, windy, rainy, ceilings were murderous... And that's long before winter and ice. I have no complaints about the big FBO in Rochester proper. I expected some kind of Teterboresque nightmare, but they were quite accomodating to a little bug-smasher. But for weather-related reasons I had to stop at a small airport after hours and renewed my hatred of the east coast. Everything is locked up, no code lock. No tie-down ropes. If I didn't have my own backup ropes, I'd have been in trouble. The crew car is not available, although it clearly exists. I almost froze to death waiting 40 minutes for taxi. Never again.
On the upside, this is a new range record for me: 1427 nautical miles away from home 'drome. The Great Planes treated me well, too: I wasn't nearly hit by a tornado this time.
UPDATE: This is what a morning in Missouri looks like by comparison:
Posted by: Frank Ch. Eigler at October 09, 2015 03:41 AM (E24Oc)
*: Well, it used to be. It was where all American WW2 glider pilots were trained. But there's no mountain wave action, it's all about the thermals. So the fancy kids with the altitude records all left decades ago.
Posted by: Boviate at November 09, 2015 08:05 AM (XRvFv)
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