Two steps forward, one step back

This is what you see on the other side of the instrument panel, when the cowling is fully removed.

Last time I wrote a blog entry, things were looking up, and we had fixed the issue of the voltage light coming on during a take-off roll, which we prudently abandoned and came back in.

So, wise choice - replace the alternator, after all it was factory original and therefore 13 years old.
Having done so ("it's only money, and we do want our son to live to take care of us in our old age") we ran it up by standing on the brakes on the taxiway, to see if it did that fluttering of the gauges.  It seems to have passed, and tomorrow we take her out for a test - so if this seems to be the last blog I write, you'll have an idea that the test did not go well.

For good measure we changed out half the plugs - and ordered another four to replace the top plugs.  Now, if you look closely, you'd notice that it appears to have but four cylinders, so why 8 plugs?
Because it has two magnetos - one for the left, one for the right.  We chose to change out the bottom first, as they were expected to be (and they were) pretty worn.  That's cause they're on the bottom and crud tends to settle.  The next time we need to remove the cowling, we'll do the top four.  I am learning that a plane is built with redundancies for a reason - these tend to davie lives, as when something goes bad at 5,500 feet, you want to have that redundancy when landing becomes VERY very important.

Oh, how about a teaser for the next blog......look what flew in to our ramp today.  Each engine has it's own 53 gallon oil tank.  It's crew of ten was busy wiping down the engines based on the oil which sprayed out during the flight.  After they formed a line at the bathroom in our school, that is.  I guess even two or three hours in that baby makes drinking coffee a real challenge when it comes down to time to recycle, and nowhere to go.

New toys for the boys

Two radios (4 channels), Garmin 650, two glide slopes, weather, autopilot - what's not to like?

2001 model 172SP, 180 HP

Several months ago, I purchased a used Cessna 172 SP, registration number coincidentally 817 SP (or Sierra Papa).  It was either (1) an excellent investment, or (2) according to my wife "its a dumb plane that benefits nobody but you and J.B."

Granted, John Benjamin  is a greater beneficiary than Elizabeth, as he is already a private pilot with over seventy hours, and his mother flunked ground school when her father insisted she learn to fly before she could get  a drivers license.

2010 Grand Sport, 430 HP

And granted, this past week we've gotten tired of waiting for UPS to deliver a small part that has kept us on the ground.  The wait has been compounded by delays caused by weather, which has denied UPS a chance to move things through their system via snowed in airports elsewhere in the south.  The fix will cost perhaps a few hundred bucks, but it is better to have an ignition capacitor crap out on the ground than at 3,500 feet over water.

As soon as that part gets replaced, JB will be back in the air, in pursuit of his instrument rating, and eventually he'll get to be a CFI (certified flight instructor), and THEN he can teach me for FREE.  Oh, sure, I may indeed get my private license before then, but at this point the major cost of flying is no longer an issue - renting a plane.  He and I pay only for the instructor (about $65 an hour) instead of renting out a flight school 172 for $150 or more an hour.  In perhaps 12-18 months, I'll have paid off the plane, and maybe if lucky will have sold a condo and have enough left over to retire my wife's Volvo.   Then, she might be happy...................nah

I guess in the meantime, I'll have to fall back to playing with my other toy.   Actually, the car is faster than the plane, but sadly can't be driven over to the Bahamas.  But there's always a cruse ship leaving and that does make her happy.

Love was in the air

A big smile from Denise, who made the evening's decorations

"let me think about it"

"Hi there, welcome to the dinner dance"

Love was all around, thanks to our decorations chairperson, Denise Kowal, who is one of our newest Kiwanians and also the Founder & CEO of the Sarasota Chalk Festival.   Denise would not tell us what she had planned to do for table decorations, but instead wanted to surprise us.......she did.

Five figurines made of cellophane wrapping paper in various poses (see upper left, "the thinker") and to the left side (below) "the greeter", were crafted by Denise and friends - each one taking a day's labor and involving a number of her students.  Very lifelike, because they were originally created from the human form.  They were made by wrapping ladies (and one gent, on bended knee holding a ring) with the Saran clinging wrap, and then CAREFULLY cutting them out of the form, and giving each figure a few final turns.  Denise recounted how the only fatality was somebody's shirt tail, during the scissors surgery.

Denise was also gracious to allow us to put these remarkable table decorations up for auction, which resulted in our Kiwanis Foundation gaining an additional One Thousand dollars.  That and other auctioned items, plus the money earned during the Casino Party portion of the event will go to help local students in need, with grants and scholarships.   Ms Kowal, you are one of the faces of Kiwanis, and in this case provided five very lifelike bodies to help make Valentine's night memorable.

Oh, by the way - it was not a piñata, however one buyer mistakenly took my intro wrong when I said that there was something inside - which, of course, WAS true (but we released the model for good behavior).   Next year if Denise is willing, maybe we'll actually place a $100 bill in ONE of the figurines, but only one - bidding might be a bit more spirited that way.

A Gathering of Eagles

A church full of veterans gather for lunch

And of course, one turkey - me.  Just a short photo entry into my pantheon of heroes blog - you see assembled the Christ Church - Presbyterian, of Longboat Key veterans group.  The fellow sitting (left) closest to the camera is Chuck Fuller, age 90, who was part of a B-29 aircrew in the air over Japan.  The youngest member is the guy in the Hawaiian shirt, age 66, who was "on the air" over Thailand and Vietnam.

Each guy told about his most memorable times during their service.  One guy ran a PX in Korea, another was also in the Army Air Corp in B-29's.  There was a post WW II dentist on Okinawa, and a Marine Infantry Captain from Vietnam (he's the guy next to me, wearing white, still looking fit).  One fellow told of dancing his way into special services - he was an original Jet in West Side Story, and proved his talent by hopping on the recruiter's desk and tap dancing.  There was one fellow who was not a US vet, but we adopted him into our group.  A Canadian, he was a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.  Sadly, his name wasn't Dudley - that would have made this blog do right.

Diamond Head and bare shoulders

Diamond Head, Island of Oahu, State of Hawaii, USA

This is Diamond Head.  On Friday morning, I was able to look outside my balcony at the Hyatt

Place on Waikiki Beach and view this in the distance.  Later I was able walk to the beach and snap a few more pictures, before leaving to pick up a rental car and visit the North Shore, and Pearl Harbor.

We did that on Friday, and on Saturday walked up the the Honolulu Zoo and took in some art on the fence (literally - street art hanging on fence).  From there the picture of Diamond Head was shot.

We rented some sort of small Honda from Enterprise and managed to see not only the North Shore but visit the Arizona Memorial at Pearl Harbor.  A very moving picture (pun unintended) about the attack brought tears to many eyes, and actually explained the events leading up to it for a war that had begun in China in 1937.  It was politically correct, yet I think the producers found the right tone, and time has healed many of those wounds - about half the people there were Japanese, and they too were crying.

North Shore book lover

Body surfer paddles out

Surf Camera Dog

This post mentions bare shoulders, so now you understand the artful pictures of surfers and students.  The surfer was off Waikiki Beach, the girl with the book was on the north shore.  The clown in the Florida State ("go Noles") T-shirt was at Chinaman's Hat, also north shore.  Like so many on holiday, we've also learned that if you volunteer to take another couples picture, they'll be willing to reciprocate.

Elizabeth and John at Chinaman's Hat 

I actually got wet on the north shore, and had one heck of a time re-climbing the steep (and deep) sandy hill.  I'd left my shoes at the bottom of the hill, after half walking, half sliding down.  Elizabeth had a great laugh and took multiple shots of me trying to get back on all fours, with bare feet and tennis shoes in my hands.

My rating of North Shore:  Better sand than that of Longboat, but not as nice as Siesta Key.  Better girls too.   My rating of Honolulu - cosmopolitan, big city, too many people, and better islands to visit  in the following week,   And following blogs.........

Local artists street fair at Zoo

Banyan Tree, not all that large

Hawaii has many of these

Colorful Tour Bus - I rented a car instead, saw more

Beach Volleyball, Waikiki

Enjoy the pictures, I enjoyed the opportunity to take them and share with you.