While Sally was driving the ATV she had time to reflect on what had happened this last week and also spend a considerable amount of thought time on
Jay's actions, or no actions. Sally was used to guys fawning over her and basically wanting to kiss her butt, which she hated. Even when she had come
out of the lake with the wet shirt she had not noticed the proverbial rise out of Jay as he was all business. Maybe it was the baggy pants she mused
to herself. She knew Jay liked girls as she had seen him with many different ladies at social functions and even a few times with him going to an
airshow or someplace in one of his aircraft; he owned two ! Probably why he was not married..... again she smiled to herself..
Sally knew Jay was very task orientated as she had watched him practice and practice his acrobatic routine 100s of times over his Farm burning enough
gas at yesterday's gas prices..... that could have bought a really nice car for herself instead of the Aviation gas.. Yep a woman would have clipped
his wings for sure....she chuckled.
Jay was an Airline Captain and had more free time on his hands than most working people could only ever fantasize about.
He would be gone for three or four days a week and then he would have three or four days off. Sometimes he would leave and come back the same day
flying what he called turns for the airline. Fly to someplace and drop off the passengers load back up and return to his home base all in a days work.
Jay was a check airman which paid more than just a line Captain could make but even so she had seen his paycheck receipt on his home desk once that
was an astounding $21,000 for a months work. She figured that amount was actually for 14 days actual work. Sally was envious of the money but she knew
Jay had worked long and hard sacrificing much to get to his station of life before everything went to hell.
The Wind Sock airport was coming up on their left so Sally slowed to give them enough time to survey the place from the road. She could not see any
movement at the airport so she slowly drove the ATV upon the airport grounds. There was an automatic gate that would open after pressing a code into a
security box but the auto portion was not working. Jay got off the ATV and released the latch for the auto function and slid the gate open upon its
rollers. The fence and gate were mostly to keep the deer and the critters away from the paved runway and the grass strip which was also used by
certain aircraft. There had not been a case of thievery in many years at Wind Sock as Ben the owner was known to shoot first and ask questions later.
Again she drove slowly trying to will the ATV to make as little noise as possible .
As she drove down hanger row everything looked normal except there were no hanger doors open with people working on their aircraft or socializing with
other Wind Sock based flyers.
After finding the number of Roger's hanger and seeing the door was closed Jay said to go ahead and drive to Ben's hanger house, which she headed for
after clearing the last hanger on hanger row.
As she pulled up before the hanger Ben came out on the upper story deck with what looked like a 30.06 scoped deer rifle slung under his arm. He took
one look at Jay and Sally and gave a thumbs up as he disappeared back into the top story of his house to come down stairs and open the lower story
house door. His home was built two stories high in this large hanger which could comfortably fit his 3000+foot house and at least 8 aircraft depending
on their size. Jay kept his two aircraft in Ben's hanger under Ben's protective eye..
"Damn I am glad to see you guys ! I have not seen or heard of anyone for maybe 6 days now except for Roger Sims a couple of days ago. No traffic no
planes and no one coming to the airport. All the cell phones and land lines are dead." Come in, come in, and have something cool to drink..... please
as my ice is just about gone from the ice machine so we might as well use it or lose it."
It was good to see Ben and be around his bubbly type personality. While Ben was getting the drinks Jay excused himself to go and look at his aircraft
which were covered in sheets in the hanger. Jay and Ben returned within a few seconds of each other; Ben with a big smile and three glasses of ice tea
and Jay with a look of dejection.
Ben while looking at Jay said, "Let me guess you tried the battery switch on your birds and they were both dead"?
Jay nodded his head and replied, " I did not check the wiring but I assume it is toast like all the other wiring harnesses I have checked.
Ben agreed as everything he had checked to include his house wiring had been fried and turned to carbon. Ben had been extremely surprised and happy to
see what he assumed was Roger's ATV as we approached so, now it was story telling time. Sally told Ben everything except about the guy who had ended
up with his brains fertilizing some grass back at the lake.
When she finished Ben just shook his head and like all of us wondered what was going on.
We all three walked the 100 yards to Roger's hanger and the anticipation was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Once I opened the hanger
door and approached the cockpit of the Maule for a power check I looked a Sally and Ben as they both had their fingers crossed.. Battery switch on and
there was "POWER" just like Roger had promised !
I could have kissed this ugly bird as there was a time in my life I would not have been caught flying something like a Maule. They were great bush
aircraft, short field take off (as long as the engine did not quit) and landing capable but were slower than anything I cared to fly as most of my
trips were out of state so I wanted something that could at least do 200+ .... The only way you could get a Maule up to 200 would be to point the nose
straight down and rip the blasted wings off it !! But beggars can not be choosers unless the Camel Fleas come upon them in their sleep.
Roger's Maule did not have the tundra tires which surprised me but did have the standard Maule tires. The bird would be great for getting airborne and
doing some scouting as i could land the Maule just about anyplace with wing clearance. I grabbed the Maule's handbook/flight manual and thumbed
through the pages I was interested in. After I checked the fuel and oil I was pleased to find the bird was indeed topped off on fuel and was a half
quart low on the oil; perfect.
Ben and Sally helped me pull the aircraft out of the hanger and once clear I got inside to start the beast. Sally wanted to go but I told her to stay
and come get the body if I crashed...She had a puzzled look on her face and then just shook her head and said, " If you crash do not worry about the
airplane as I will shoot you myself " as she began to shut the door she paused and looking concerned said, "You know I was just joking don't you" then
she blew a kiss at me and moved away.
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