Thursday perfect

George claimed it was the best ever.

Hardly any wind, hot, a few clouds.

Everyone flew well, but the Benson jumbo Pfaltz was dreamy. A little more rubber, a few more winds and the giant fourbladed in-line prop sliced through the blue sky like a hot knife through butter lifting the figment of George's imagination way up high. Next a timed torpedo release.

And Gale's buttery biplane sliced through the star thistle in a hard but safe landing.