All I can say to those of you who said I'd never get this 6'6" 250 lb. body in the back of a P-38 is:
YOU WERE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!!
I got most of me in. Problem was, I was in the fetal position and my head was still outside the cockpit. Figured that wouldn't be a comfortable position at 300+ mph so I aborted.
To make a short story longer...On Thursday, we walked into the PoF gift shop and met Cindy. Told her that Steve Hinton had said to look him up when I got there and that he'd let me "try on" the P-38. I didn't get any hassle about him being too busy. I Was simply told to go through the hangar and I'd find him somewhere outside working on the P-38. (Got a picture of that happening at most other similar facilities?) I don't. Anyway, we go out to the P-38 and there he is with his head stuck in a wheel well. He popped out and I introduced myself and reminded him of our meeting at Duxford last year. He stopped what he was doing and said, "Sure, come on, let's see if this is gonna' work." I don't have a picture of that happening at many other places either. Here's this guy concerned about getting one of his planes ready to fly and he stops in the middle of what he's doing to accomodate me. The embarassing part was me trying to hoist myself up the little ladder on the back of the gondola. My left leg doesn't work too well and I couldn't make the transition from the ladder to the wing. So now here's "Mr. Warbird" hauling this 70 year old geezer onto the wing. I felt not a little chagrined. (For you folks in Rio Linda, that means humiliated.)
Wandering around on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday we encountered Steve probably half a dozen more times and each time he waved and spoke.
It probably goes without saying that we found him to be one of the nicest people we'd ever met. Given his position at PoF and his status in the flying community, he could easily be an arrogant, overbearing, SOB. We found him to be just the opposite.
Now that the Steve Hinton "love fest" is over, you may all go back to whatever you were doing before I bored you to death.
Mudge the epistlolary
(Yes...that's a word. Roughly translated it means...LONG WINDED.
