One of my good memories is being stuck in traffic right in the middle
of the GWB the weekend before Christmas, in a limo with the slide roof
wide open... The music was on (Dvorac's New World Symphony), the
champagne was world class in a fluted glass, the companion was warm,
willing, and perfumed... The vfr traffic was only a few hundred feet
above us and a Cessna 310 came floating by with a notch of flaps down,
and the engines barely above idle... It was a Bearcat conversion with
those IO-550's just rumbling away, like a Deuce Coupe with a blown Hemi
.... At that instant guess where I wanted to be? Ah jeez, ya gotta be
crazy to love airplanes...

denny