My job sent me out to CA for a couple of weeks, so of course I couldn't help but explore in my downtime. Naturally, I looked up the display locations for SR-71s(nothing anywhere near me in the northeast) and came across March Field Air Museum. Man...I've seen all of the videos, read the books, watched all of Maj Shul's speeches....and still I was rendered utterly speechless when I walked in the door and stood in its silent, stoic beauty. You couldn't beat my inner six-year-old's smile off my face with a pipe wrench as I walked around it, mouth agape. It took the mustered up willpower of every fiber of my being to heed the abundant "DO NOT TOUCH THE AIRCRAFT" signage, and not to lay my hand on it just once. This plane just...exudes such a powerful presence. A sense of speed, of engineering marvel, even having sadly not flown in three decades. We built this bird 60 friggin years ago. "The Buick" Even a cold shower didn't help afterward, had to run to the nearest flight school and check out in a DA40 just to scratch the aviation itch a little.