- Joined
- May 23, 2006
- Messages
- 8,484
- Location
- Oklahoma
- Display Name
- Namaste
- Home Airfield
- OK93 (Airman Acres)
Last night we heard the wind roaring around the cliffs and rocks, watched the lights flicker, die, then come back on. The roar of wind was so loud our initial association was that snow plows were back. Even vaguely associated the sound with long-forgotten tornados from our Oklahoma days. Branches and trashcans flew and rolled around the yard and street.
We were making plans to gather broken limbs this morning when the call came from the airport. Passenger side window had popped open. Not much rain inside. One aileron hanging limply, easily moving independently from the other. Broken push rod. Forget the trees, I'm on my way right now.
We were making plans to gather broken limbs this morning when the call came from the airport. Passenger side window had popped open. Not much rain inside. One aileron hanging limply, easily moving independently from the other. Broken push rod. Forget the trees, I'm on my way right now.

