A Cinderella story....
There was a Cinderella like story here at my field. I
first noticed the tired old looking 336 about 15 + years
ago. She was a sad looking sight to be hold. A prop
missing, tires soft and sinking into the turf and acid rain
stains streaking her once graceful lines from the harsh
New England winters. At that time I never saw her run
let alone fly. Lo and behold about (4) years ago give or
take a few, She was hauled out of her ruts and into a
maintenance hangar. I observed with wonder, was she
going to be trashed or what. All the cowls were removed,
the engines looked at closely and repaired as necessary,
the fuel cell in the booms were split and had to be repaired
or? Next thing you new she was running! I for sure thought
the fans were trash. Then off to the paint shop on the field
and striped of her tattered clothes and a spiffy new applied
to her bare skin. Then some nice radios, 430’s I think and
to top it off A New Palace! A hangar of her own. I hear her
flying now but not a whole lot. Fishing trips up north in Maine
somewhere. Will the engines continue to be ok? Time will tell.
The irony, the same owner thru all of this.
Guy, the old 72 driver….
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