Wed Jul 08, 2020 1:45 pm
I flew in once, for the launch and test drives of some Alfa Romeo or other. Landed on the grass runway and don't remember the arrangements being too much faff.
Generally at these events you are accompanied by some young Clio Cup driver who acts as your instructor, all very laid back, shades etc. They look you up and down, make their assumptions, and the first question is always "so where have you come from today?"
My reply "Kent".
"And how long did that take you?"
"Oh, about an hour."
Instructor sits up and looks over the top of shades "Really? What in?"
Me "That ..." Pointing to the TB.
Never fails to amuse me.
But I sadly never got around to flying in for the Cold War jet taxi days. My loss.
Back in the air in my own aircraft at last ...