Upload & Sell: On
Thanks Mark, but "speaking" to the FAA is kind of like speaking to the IRS, to be avoided at all costs.
Truer words were never spoken. I am in the third month of dealing with the FAA over my new airplane and all I can tell you is that we're not done yet.
Meanwhile, Marcia and I are in NZ for three weeks. The patch of blue sky that we saw when we landed at dawn on Tuesday in Auckland was replaced by drizzle before our onward flight to Blenheim. Here in the Marlborough wine district said rain and accompanying low clouds/fog are, apparently, home to roost for the winter. The locals tell me it hadn't rained since time out of mind, so they're all wandering around with smiles on their faces and letting the rain fall on their uncovered heads, as if to replenish their personal supply of moisture. The forecast for the entire South Island offers no relief from the gloom even ten days out. We denizens of the high inter-montane desert are not used to this.
Today, just up the road four miles at Omaka the young Royal couple, William and Kate are expected to tour the Aviation Heritage Centre with Sir Peter Jackson, and they're supposed to put on a public flying display of the WWI fighter replicas (and presumably the resident Yak-3 and FW-190). But I just saw a Super Cub with tundra tires fly by at about 400' AGL, scud running, so that's probably not on. With the forecast as it stands I have to wonder how much flying will get done over Easter weekend at Warbirds Over Wanaka, where I've signed on as a book photographer along with Phil McKanna, Wayne Cook and Gavin Conroy.
On the plus side, the grass in front of our accommodations in a Pinot noir vineyard here in Blenheim has gone from brown and crispy to a lush green; and our skin is soft and smooth, not to say prune-like, at least not yet.