Crazy is as Crazy does...

In the immortal words of Jug Head, "Archie, if you were rich, I'd call you eccentric. But you're not rich, so I've got to say you're just crazy."

So, sitting at my desk early on Friday morning, riding the buzz from several cups of Folgers, I was suddenly seized with that directionless desperation that demands something be happening, and NOW. Unswayed by the shop full of projects quietly waiting for my attention, it was obviously time for that type of irrational behavior that, in my youth, so often got me branded as 'flighty' and 'scatter-brained'.

The Assault Van had a fresh oil change and a full tank of gas, it's high quality air mattress and new sleeping bag, as standard equipment, carefully stowed and ready. Devoid of model airplanes and their shelving, the siren song of this mobile man-cave was not to be ignored. Sure as a 1960's hippie's 'search for America', we'd be on the road in moments...but to what destination?

My answer was still on the screen of my electronic genie:



Underwear, socks, T-shirt, and blue jeans unceremoniously chucked in the back, we were on our way, with only one stop at the Credit Union for a BIG roll of SMALL bills, and Creedence Clearwater thumping the sheet metal sides of my van. A fuel stop east of Richmond, Indiana, catfish at the Cracker Barrel on I-75 next to Dayton, found a level spot outback of the place, and bed.

Got a great night's sleep, but still popped awake around 4:30 EST. Didn't feel like waiting around for Cracker Barrel to open at 6, so secured the van for the road, got a couple big cups of McDonald's coffee, and hit out for the Montgomery County Fairgrounds.

My fancy GPS got me close enough to fall into the flow of some fellow model airplane nerds with the same destination...funny how easy it is to spot them, even in semi-darkness! Got a spot close to the front door, and visited with some other model airplane fanatics.





No, I didn't buy this TD 1, but purchased another NIB product that may cause my collector buds to take out a contract on my hide.





Following is a smattering of the photos and capture frames. This is the largest swap meet I've ever attended.



































































I made a fast lap around the new Hangar #4 at the Air Force Museum, and also photographed the F-104 Starfighter that was missing from it's pole the last time I was there in 2014. Restored and it looks great, at least from about 300 yards.



















As quick as the fever came, it went away, and I hoofed it back to the hill. A new personal best as far as goofy, but efficient-time usage adventures go...