Remote Controlled Air Show

Mr. Hotdog, Cindy Lou, Hubby and I all went to a remote controlled airplane airshow this afternoon. Met a bunch of really nice folks who were crazy about flying.

Saw a cool little plane with a KISS (the rock-n-roll group) theme that sounded like "a pissed off mosquito" as one guy said. Also saw a spectacular crash and the sorrowful remains of same.

The guy that crashed his plane then brought out his little jet plane. It would fly as fast as 150 MPH (I think that's what he said) or as slow as 5 MPH. You would be able to walk past it as it was flying.



The Rascal
Top speed: 60 MPH
Wingspan: 53"
Engine: Magnum .52 cu. in.

This the the Rascal in her starting stand. The bright blue things are swimming pool noodles used for cushioning so the plane doesn't get scuffed up.

The Rascal is a 1/7 scale model of an actual plane. The fuselage has a transparent red vinyl section to show off the interior structure.

The owner of the Rascal was obviously an Arkansas Razorbacks fan. He had a Razorbacks license plate on the front of his starting stand.

I think this visit got Mr. Hotdog fired up to get his RC planes out of storage and take up the hobby again.

Fantastic Fourth!

Journaling:

1.) Classic car show with Mr. Hotdog, Cindy Lou and Pooter 2.

2.) Saw some cool little remote control airplanes. They fly 80 MPH. Local air shows every Sunday 1:00 to 4:00.

3.) Then lunch - bacon, eggs and toast with a Belgian waffle for dessert.

4.) Then naps.

5.) Drove to the state line to see a historic monument. Turned out to be a hulking piece of concrete deep in the woods in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a swarm of mosquitoes. Took some photos to draw later.

6.) Then to Spearsville, Louisiana to eat at Hollis Seafood - boiled shrimp, fried shrimp, stuffed crab, frog legs, and a cinnamon roll with ice cream for dessert.

7.) Made it home in time to see the fireworks show at the stadium. The show was timed to some cheesy patriotic music on one of the local radio stations.

After reviewing my dietary choices for today, it's easy to see why Southerners are overweight and die young of heart disease. Oy Vey. I'm so full I hurt. Shall waddle myself off to bed.

RE: Cheesy patriotic music...If I never hear Lee Greenwood's "Proud to be an American" again it will be too soon.

Look Ma! No Cavities!

Journaling:

Most dental hygienists I've ever been to were rather timid when working in my mouth. But not Grace Ann. She looks sweet, sounds sweet and smells sweet, but that's where the sweetness ends.

She got me in a headlock and pulled out about six inches of my bottom lip to get to my teeth.

Heyheyhey! Waitwaitwait! That thing's attached!

She had a death grip on it and wasn't letting go.

My immediate thought was "That's the very same maneuver they use on horses to get them to stand still while they're being groomed."

I'll be still Grace Ann, I promise! You can let go now!

My second thought was to wonder if she has a pair of six-inch stiletto thigh boots at home in her closet laying right next to her whip collection. I'm calling her Mistress Grace Ann next time I get my teeth cleaned. Dang!

(Above the plane)

Model of the Wright Brothers plane at Kitty Hawk
(on top of the file cabinet in the front office)

I drew part of the plane before my appointment and finished it as they were locking up the office for the night. Painted it at home.

Process notes:
It was tough trying to figure out the perspective on this. How exactly would a six-inch pulled lip look from overhead? Made my brain hurt to think that hard.