Southern Wyngs is alive again

Nothing big to report for Saturday. I’m styll figuring out the sin of working on the Sabbath day, that by all things biblical is SATURDAY , not SUNDAY!! But seems the modern translation or configurment of our solar calendar and political messing around the Sabbath day got moved to Sunday. So seems all weekend chores get done on Saturday .

Okay then I had a half point of my day, that went , if someone walked up, or mailed me $1,000.00 right now I’d sell this radio station shit, let the club do as they will putting it together, and as for me just back out all together. Just fly, tow. That’s it. Maybe write the newsletter for the club, that contains the blogs, but just get out of it. No more dealing with models, talent, tight schedules, and all the rest of the bullshit. But my southern pride, and loyalty to the club prevent me from doing that, but I’d still about half way do that.

Monday its going to be hammer down city, 10:00 hours DR. after that get Livestream and us back up and online. Then its out collecting from a bunch of people that owe both the club and me a bunch of money, me for toews and slide off recoveries, the club, from ad sales and pledges.

Some of the club’s High Council> today down at Karen’s Old West Café here, not going to Warren’s ever again, albeit they sent me a letter for some free grub as a make up, but its like going back to Big O Tires when they were in Twin Falls, when the bent the crap out of the General Lee’s A-arms, trying to do a front end alignment. Before I went there , I could hold the road at 160mph, after I was lucky to get to 55mph and stay in one lane. Yes long after I fixed it myself, but I was damn well not going to take it back there to get that Big O feeling again. Same with Warren’s , I went there 3 times, got sick 3 times, and dog my cat if I’ll go back there again. Sitting in a ER looking at the ceiling in between a bucket throwing up, is not one of the high points of my world. Sure Karen’s is a bit high priced, but I know my insides are not tied in a knot after I eat there. Maybe Warren’s people need to go to Karen’s and see how she fixes food.

So any flyway, the High Council and I met and thing was, now that the joker from Lake Tahoe California is no longer in our mix, why kill the Knytes-of-Anarchy? We’ve been building that since 2008, the little toddler is only a few years old. So and while it’ll be put to a vote, KOA will stay as co-parent organization, along with the AyreWolvez, and the Hazzard County Knytes becomes a charter of the KOA. If someobody wants to throw mud at us about it, fine let em throw it, we can throw much more mud back. Have a manure fight.

Kinda be like primate just throw shit at each other.

Finally, I’m getting back in the air. Went flying today while we had decent weather to do so. Bikes, trucks all that are a gas, but sitting in Heavens pocket at 40,000 feet at 300 mph, that’s another. I was having a sensation that is equal to a full on orgasm. Flew over to Wendover, had dinner, then flew back. It was sweet.

With that as it is, the AyreWolvez are going to throw what we will call the AyreFair out Tooele Utah way sometime near the end of August, this year as a primer, to a full on AyreFair next year. The event will be at the Tooele County Airport, with warbirds of all kinds, aviation vendors and memorabilia booths, educational displays and at least two working aircraft and one helo simulators.

Proceeds go to the AyreWolvez Aviator Assistance Fund.

So I’m going to fyre up my old column Southern Wyngs.

Deets Sunday.

Heard that Andrea, wife of our photohogg Talon, is really sick or has been. I joked that maybe she was PG, but everyone else thought there might be some substance there. It was ONLY A FUNNY, shit !!

Hope she get’s to feeling better.

So I got home from Wendover, and looked for something of some good TV, and found zilch. True there is the thought that 70% of America is out eating, spending money and maybe getting laid. Preceeded by the obvious pick up at some bar somewhere. I have news for TV net and station execs, most people at least Joe Lunchbox, is not out scarfing down food, getting hammered and if lucky getting his wick wet. Nope, he’s at home, most likely alone, in his BVD’s with crying children, either living above him in a one and a half room apartment, or living with him from a divorce, from some cheating meth headed wife. I want to see more TV directed at Joe Lunchbox, not Sam Bigmoney.

Any mile, got mucho to do Sunday.

L8R Aviators,

 

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