I’m sitting at my computer in my cave of an office and I start hearing this plane engine getting louder and louder. It’s not only close, it’s overhead. And then the engine cuts out.
I live really close to the local airport. And yes, crashes have been known to happen in the neighbourhood – one just a few blocks to the east where a plane ‘landed’ in the second storey of a house while the people were in their bedroom asleep – though there were some major injuries everyone survived. Another a couple blocks to the north – that pilot steered his plane into a construction area away from homes – very heroic because he stayed with the plane ensuring it didn’t hurt anyone at the cost of his life.
Then the engine starts up and the plane buzzes over head, circles and does it again. I realize the plane I was hearing was doing aerobatics.
Oh, yeah. It’s June – the Canadian Aviation Expo is in town again. For the next three days our neighbourhood pulls up their lawn chairs (or climb on their roofs) and watch the air show for free. We’ll watch an assortment of older prop planes from World War II like Spitfires and Harvards doing stunts and mock dog fights. Gliders and ultralights. Sail planes. Sometimes the Snowbirds have zoomed right over my house. (For you Americans, think Blue Angels). The pictures I’ve added here are of the Harvards – although the camera doesn’t show it, they’re actually a bright yellow. (I was shooting into the sun – even though it looks really cloudy in one picture, it is actually a lovely sunny day here.)
Three hours of free entertainment. Cool.