So, while I am waiting for a batch of files to upload to my webserver, I happened to “Google” myself just for kicks (yes, we all do it from time to time!) and happened across my little ol’ blog here and noticed that it hasn’t seen much activity in months! Since I recently reclaimed my official domain name “ryankeough.com” from the clutches of an old hosting account I bought long ago on Yahoo! (way back in 1997) and redirected it to my own server on WebsiteSource.com (tell them Ryan Keough with the radial-group.com account sent ya!), I have been meaning to redesign that old website and develop it into my new blog / personal site with WordPress. Read the rest of this entry »
It only took me four years to actually do it, but I finally watched the acclaimed aviation documentary One Six Right this morning after buying the last copy of it at the local pilot shop at Mesa Gateway Airport last weekend. It had been on my Amazon list for a few years, but my frugality kept me from actually making the buy. In the end, it was the feeling of goodwill I mustered up to make, what most probably was, one of the only sales that the kind, old gentleman at the pilots shop made last Saturday.
Buy the film at Amazon.com by clicking on this link: One Six Right The Romance of Flying.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the film, One Six Right is something of a documentary of Van Nuys Airport – the business general aviation airport in the United States and one of the most historic airfields still in the Los Angeles area. It was created in 2005 by filmmaker Brian Terwilliger.
As Lil was using my office and the sole scanner in our household for the day in preparation for another large eBay sale today, I positioned myself in the living room with laptop and TV at the ready. Instead of watching the usual schlock of Doctor Who, Top Gear, or even (God forbid) one of those Worlds Wildest Police Videos shows in the background while I worked, I decided to take advantage of Lil’s absence and pop in the DVD of One Six Right.
If you had asked me last year at this time if I were capable of falling in love with a car, I would have laughed in your face. Cars? Me? Hardly something I was aware that someone could love! For me, airplanes were far superior in many ways and their ground-bound, four-wheeled cousins were hardly a match on so many levels.
Perhaps my sour opinion on cars were due to the fact I was driving a Dodge Stratus at the time — hardly a car one could ‘love’ per se.
However, over the past year, my contempt for the auto slowly turned to care as something slowly brought me around. Perhaps it was the day I caught a segment on England’s Top Gear by mistake and actually started enjoying the petrolhead banter of those smarmy Brits — so much so that I started watching it religiously. Perhaps it was the day I spent wading through Wikipedia reading up on the most basic of information on the art of motoring — allowing me to understand what a differential is, or what understeer and oversteer are, and of course, all the stuff that I could have understood about care and feeding of my car years ago if only I had paid attention to my brother.
Regardless, as the Dodge started to gasp it’s last breaths in the Fall, I started looking for it’s replacement. And dammit, I wasn’t going to get a loveless car again.
I wanted a fun car… something to take advantage of the nice weather in Arizona. I didn’t care much for practicality as Lil has the Jeep Liberty and that has enough practicality for our small family. I wanted something speedy, yet not a gas-hog… so a two-seater would be fine.
Why only seventeen? Because we’re too busy with the airplane project to come up with three more!
Hope you enjoy the chuckles… and hope they don’t hit too close to home!
When your wife says your son was caught with dope and you get excited and run to the garage and turn on the lights.
When your new $25,000 truck sits outside in the snow while you protect $800 worth of wood and metal in the garage as you procratinate in building one of your wings.
When you don’t understand why your wife is mad at you for using the master bath shower stall as a spray booth — I mean, those parts aren’t going to zinc chromate themselves!
When you’ll spend $400 on gas, three days on the road, and 30 hours sifting through a junkyard in Wyoming in the middle of winter to find three good turbocharger cores, but can’t stand waiting for more than 5 minutes holding a purse outside the dressing room at Macys
When the local stray cat goes missing, but weeks later you find him after “smelling” something in the backyard — and it take 6 hours and a 12 pack to extricate him from the pile of parts in the yard.
When you go to an airplane museum for fun and end up needing to rent a trailer to come home.
When your idea of interior design is mounting pieces of battered metal “scored” from your wreckchaser friend on the walls, and you show your wife in all seriousness that Moto Art website when she says she wants a new dining room table.
When more than 20% of your home “junk drawer” in the kitchen contains either broken clecos, AN bolts, or odd shaped hydraulic fittings.
When Lava soap replaces that Aloe and Shea Butter pump soap at your kitchen sink.
When the stack of Aircraft Spruce catalogs, Trade-a-Planes, and EAA Magazines in your bathroom is declared a piece of furniture.
When you’ve got a half-finished deck and patio out back, two-thirds of your house has been covered in Tyveck wrap for a year, and the shed out back still has a roof covered in a blue tarp, but you pride yourself in engineering and constructing a wooden rib and longeron steamer in two weekends.
When the yearly tax-return in April always seems to vanish in May when the local “fly market” happens at the local airport — I mean, where else are you going to find those fairings for that Navion you may eventually buy when the kids graduate from college?
When you are the only family for at least 400 miles that has a microfilm reader on the bureau in your bedroom.
When you become insanely jealous and wish YOU had a dry lakebed where you could horde cool stray castoff projects.
When your shop vac gets more use than the Hoover in the hall closet does.
When your digital camera has taken only about a dozen photos of your kids playing teeball, but is credited with 2000+ photos documenting your project.
When you can’t hide your stray fingernail clippings in the carpet because they are all stained black from your overzealous usage of the parts cleaner.
and that’s it! Seek help now if any of these apply…