Another weekend, Another adventure

I have yet to ride my scooter to work, mainly because I've used the excuse of rain and springtime pollen and it's associated allergies to keep driving the car, but that may come to an end soon. I took the C-3 out as far as I've ever taken it before, about 15 miles, from downtown West Chester to the New Garden Airport, just west of Kennett Square. Speaking of Kennett Square, it was nice, a wanna be West Chester, but with more Mexicans. Must be all the Mushroom harvesting houses, I guess they are they absolute opposite of a green houses huh?, and the area smells like, well, how else do you think they raise mushrooms?











What was my inspiration to make it out to New Garden Airport? Yes, another airshow, of course. This one is a small airport, so it's a small airshow, but I've noticed more people at this airshow than at the helicopter airshow we have at Brandywine Airport here in West Chester. I wonder if that might change, as I heard that there might be a wings and wheels airshow in September, which might bring out the people, so vamos a ver.


You know this being an airshow like the last airshow I attended, what stands out in my mind was the non airshow related stuff, like how nice the ride out was. More farmland, more shady lanes, more twisty roads, I took Google's "walking" advice as opposed to driving advice to come up with a map there, so I would end up on these back roads on purpose so I didn't feel like I was backing up any traffic. I passed this really cool set of ruins on the way there, and then when I arrived there, I got to park among the motorcycles and antique cars that were on display there. I felt like a VIP and I got some looks.

The other cool thing was stumbling upon someone's "hanger". I guess he opened it up for the airshow, and with the exception of a beat up glider hanging from the ceiling, this was really one man's collection of antique motorcycles. Nortons, BSA's, Vincents, Triumphs, and old Indians and Harley Davidsons. There's no law that says you have to keep airplanes in an airplane hanger, heck late in Steve McQueen's life he practically lived in his hanger with his airplane and motorcycles.

Now that sounds like the good life to me...

Update, Google Me, seriously

Ever so randomly, if you Google "Andy Rodriguez" and "Motorcycle" you get this web page...

http://news.motorbiker.org/blogs.nsf/dx/movies-on-motorcycles.htm

In fact, there are probably a lot of words you can Google in combination with my name, but I'm not sure I want to guess where they end up.

However....

I am now forever linked to Guerrilla Drive In, the John Young created happening here in West Chester. Giving credit where credit is do, he does all the hard work, he spends all the money, it's just that when I go to watch the movies like any other member of the secret society of GDI'ers, I give John a hand, since I was A/V qualified at South Lake Elementary School in Titusville Florida, circa 1974 to 1978.

The last time I was in the paper was when a reporter came to the above mentioned school to get our take on the 1976 election between Gerald Ford and Jimmy Carter. I think I indicated my preferences for dictatorships, since when asked "how long should the president's term be?" I answered something along the lines of "he should be president as long as he's doing a good job."

Yikes!

Anyway, shout out to John Young, congratulations for getting the recognition you so richly deserve for all the hard work you put in to entertain your friends both old and new!

Busy Summer Weekends

Things really pick up in the summertime around here, so much so that often we are faced with choices as to which event we'll check out, so it's always fortuitous when you can do everything you want over the course of the weekend, and yet still, chances are, you missed something.

So how lucky was I when I got to go into the way back machine and meet General Douglas MacArthur? Now last time I saw him, he was lying in his crypt next to his wife in Norfolk, Virginia. (I bet you didn't know he was buried in Norfolk, am I right? I mean, General of the Army buried in the middle of a Navy town? Thank his southern belle Mother for that, and now you know)

Obviously I'm talking about having gone to the Mid Atlantic Air Museum's World War II weekend in Reading, Pennsylvania where military reenactors, restored to duty aircraft and military vehicles converge for living history presentations. I don't know, but for a guy like me, is there anything better than walking a few steps and visit a German encampment, and another few steps to an American camp, to an Canadian camp, to a Soviet camp?

I know that having been in the Army, I have a hard time wrapping my mind around the idea of voluntarily and without getting paid setting up GP Medium tents and concertina wire and wearing wool uniforms in the summertime, not to mention paying lots of money via buying uniforms, gear and the like for the honor of doing so, but I'm glad these people have this passion, because what better way to connect to our passed than try to live it?

Also, what I'm kind of digging these days is that more women are doing the whole reenactment thing, and not just as WAC's, but just as civilian women on the home front, because I imagine unlike a Civil War era woman with all her petty coats, there is something pretty cool (and comfortable) about the sexy look of 1940's women. Bright red lip sticks, tight skirts, hair done up and cute hats, it's a great look!

So that was Saturday, SUNDAY was Super Sunday in West Chester, and it was great weather for it. They close down Gay and High Streets, put some bandstands on either end, a bunch of vendors in between, and the opportunity to buy that ubiquitous turkey leg or funnel cake, and it's a simple formula for a good time. A good time as obviously had by this guy here, who just can't stop dancing to the cool jazz of a lazy, sunny Sunday in West Chester.