THE BIG TRIP has been part of my well-ordered existence lately. Perhaps because it is, or just was depending on where you are, summer. Or maybe it’s been simple restlessness. But whatever the reason, my first was when my hangar partner and I headed over the horizon in our biplanes—he has an Acrosport singleseater and I my oft-mentioned Starduster Too. The destination was a tiny gathering of biplane drivers hundreds of miles away at a mutual friend’s house. A private fly-in if you will.
It was a fabulous trip. Better, in fact, than I had hoped. Like camping, nothing really happened other than getting through the normal daily activities of shelter, food, and plenty of hangar flying. But there was real flying, too, with local hops to breakfast and down…
