Brother Barbeau and I went Hatzing yesterday. Our original plan was to head over to York, South Carolina and pay our respects to the slushy machine at the Bush-N-Vine Produce Stand. But we dilly-dallied around, and by time we were all squared away the density altitude was pushing 1,900 feet. We decided to skip the slushy machine and just cruise around for a while. Something the Hatz does well---at 95 mph.
Gary had the stick for the first half of our adventure to nowhere. We climbed on a southwesterly heading and eventually leveled off at 2,500 feet. The air temperature was perfect. I know what you are thinking: Shouldn't that be outside air temperature? We're talking open cockpit biplane. By default; it's outside. Shortly after level off I caught a glimpse of a northeast bound airliner. It was way up there in the flight levels. My first thought was: Hey! Normally I'm the guy at the pointy end of the contrail! I snapped a picture. I can't tell you how many times I have looked down from that position . . . hoping to catch a glimpse of a Pontiac Red and Sun Valley Ivory Hatz biplane, or a blue and polished silver Luscombe, on that ten mile stretch between the Bush-N-Vine Produce Stand and Jellystone Air Park.
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