We decided to go to the air show today. I can’t recall ever attending one before, and how often do you get an opportunity to see the Blue Angels?
I think the event was a slight net positive, but the negatives were non-negligible. Lunch was eight million dollars and mediocre, even for mobile vendor fare. The weather was a solid C (hot and humid; would have been a D+ without the breeze), and the parking situation was atrocious. It was three-quarters of a mile or so from where we parked to the gate. Worse, after we got to the truck, it took us two hours to get home (we live five miles from the airport), including a period of 50 minutes during which we moved about ten feet.
Bitch, bitch, bitch. Seriously, that was the worst event parking planning I’ve ever experienced. Responsible parties should be ashamed of themselves.
On the good side, we saw a lot of cool hardware, both on the ground and in the air, and I got to hang out with Tami. Lea sees her on girls’ night out, but I hadn’t seen her since we worked together ten years ago. It was fun catching up.
Incidentally, if you’re a scanner listener and you’re planning to attend tomorrow, let me know. I assembled a frequency list this morning from several online sources that wound up being good for the Golden Knights parachute team, and fantastic for the Blue Angels. It was exciting listening to the “show behind the show”—and a lot of the Angels’ comms were downright amusing. Send me email and I’ll give you my list.
Here are the boys in the cockpit of an OH-58D Kiowa Warrior:
The A-10 “Warthog” and a P-51 Mustang on a USAF “heritage flight”:
The B-25J World War II-era medium bomber:
“Fat Albert,” the C-130 that carries fuel, equipment, and crew for the Blue Angels:
The Blue Angels being the Blue Angels: