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Sonoma County
#1
It was our 12th anniversary recently, and you know what the gift for that is.
Air.
So Lady Cranefly and I decided to take a ride in a red triplane.
The front seat was cozy and, well, Spartan as a padded cell. The pilot sat in back with a few more options. Sonoma is pretty this time of year. When the pilot asked where we wanted to go, I suggested Europe. He took us as far as the Pacific -- a fair compromise. With coordinated leaning we found we could make the triplane tilt sharply. When I asked to see the ground, the pilot obliged -- though it cost us the top wing. We still managed to land safely. Here we are afterwards with the triplane (the top wing is lying out of frame in the field to the right). Though we appreciated the stylish parachutes, we couldn't have unfastened our incomprehensible seatbelts to use them.
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#2
Very cool.

No wing walking?
Shadow boxing the apocalypse
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#3
I want to be Cranefly when I'm older.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit
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#4
Regarding wing-walking, that was uppermost in Lady Cranefly's mind afterward. She kept wondering how anyone could wingwalk while doing those acrobatics. Which of course means she's thinking about doing it.
Me, I was wondering how those WWI pilots managed to fire a machine-gun with any accuracy while being buffeted about by Gs in all directions (the brain does some mighty weird things when pulling out of a dive).

I just know I'll have an erotic dream tonight about machine-gunning a naked wingwalker in a dogfight.
Just gotta remember to keep one hand on the trigger, one on the joystick -- nice and easy. Yin and Yang in perfect harmony...
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#5
Were there spacesuits?
Shadow boxing the apocalypse
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