The Acid Test
Mike Burke came back to the hangar after running errands in preparation for the Corpus air show and asked us, “We ready?” After carefully looking over our camera configuration, he asked of the one mounted in front and above him, “Is that going FOD me?”
Not with the coat hanger wire we’d used to reinforce it.
Burke’s mechanic, Jason Goodlett, came by and informed us that the fuel truck was on the way and we’d best get to it. The hangar doors came open and the Texas spring came bursting into the hangar, offering a perfect silhouette of the Warhawk against the welcome sunlight. We’d had four straight days of rain and we’d been blessed with a day of good weather.
We towed the Warhawk outside and began fueling it up. The smell of the avgas took me back to my childhood, standing next to my grandfather, Command Master Sergeant Ben Hutson, USAF as he fueled up his Cessna and took me and my mother for rides. The wind was blowing slightly, just enough to keep the air cool. I asked Burke where he wanted me, I didn’t want to get in the way.