Post Race Reflections
My first air race taught me that a little airplane can traverse a lot of ground in only a few days.
At each stop, I met wonderful people about whose lives I learned much too little, but just enough for an appreciative glimpse.
The folks at Borger, Texas, were a hoot, as the expression says. Several weeks before finishing the construction of their new terminal, they hustled to finish some of the most important services, such as the lobby and the restrooms. Both restrooms had the same signs, LADIES, even though one of them had a men's urinal.
Some of the most wonderful characters live in places we had not planned to fly into, such as Amelia Earhart Airport, Nebraska, and Harlan, Iowa.
The organizers of the race encouraged me to continue to improve my flying and decision-making skills, which is something I hope to reciprocate and to pass along to others.
Already some of the ladies are posting on Facebook that they are preparing for next year. I'd better start polishing up my ol' Scissortail!
