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On the Road will continue, but it will be forever Alain’s.
It’s Friday, and we are at the end of our third full week without Alain. Pretty sure he would have loved these pics; he would surely love that he is not forgotten.
The recent photos of old warbirds recalled to me my visit to the Military Aviation Museum in Virginia Beach. For any boy or girl who had spent hours making and painting old plastic model airplanes this was childhood come to life. While the exhibits are nice, and the people are fantastic, the jewel is the hangers full of pristine examples of WWI and WWII aircraft. They are jammed in to fit as best as they can and pretty much everything is open for spending leisurely time viewing these amazing aircraft “up close and personal”.
P40 Warhawk (later Kittyhawk)
As my daughter and I pulled into the Museum grounds there was a car-shaking roar from overhead as their P40 was making an approach to land. I must admit my heart was taken from me right then and there, watching the living example of what I had experienced only in books and on the worktable circle overhead and land just in front of us. I had a wonderful chat with the pilot afterward, who basically shook his head at the joy of being able to fly these planes.
The famed airplane from the Battle for Britain. Such lovely lines!
Just another view of this magnificent aircraft.
Me, a star-struck grown up boy. It, the plane I had made so many models of, just sitting in front of the hangar with no-one to tell me “don’t get so close”. If you understand, you’ll know how I felt. If not, it’s still a great visit to a museum preserving a history in a way that keeps it alive for future generations.