...Couldn't have been a better day for the Maxminimus Corporate Crew to jet into the Concord Regional Airport...aka...NASCAR private aviation. Clear skies and scant air traffic all the way down to Charlotte so it was easy for an ADD pilot like me to get us there without a hitch.
Flying is easy. It's the taking off and landing that sometimes manifests trouble.
My Concord Regional approach was a no-brainer.
I had a blast in Charlotte right out of college and I have great memories of fun and frolic. But my back to back meetings downtown allowed for very little playtime. Last night was my small free-time window and of all the things I could have done, I asked my best childhood buddy to take me to the Sundries. Providence Road Sundries. Chilli Cheesburgers at my favorite old honky tonk haunt. And I loved the fact that it hasn't changed much in 26 years.
My buddy DCA...sharp as ever...post burger game of pool.
And a parting gift from DCA. Carolina Beach Music...The Classic Years. Written by a fratty brother of ours. More on this erudite review of the top 100 beach tunes later.
Onward. Tonight. To New Orleans.