A very short Tiger tale then.
Summer just gone, took a trip to my first farm strip to meet friends on the coast.
Nothing untoward about any of it, apart from the sheer joy of the new experience and immediate beauty on take off, rather then the usual urban (ish) setting of my home base.
As I was saying farewell to my friends and prepping for departure, a land rover pulls up, who I presumed was the strip owner, but it wasn't he, it was a gentleman who said he had a Tiger in the hangar at the bottom of the (sloping) runway and was taking her for a bimble.
As soon as I heard Tiger, I starting prattling on about Tigers until he drove down to prep whilst I told my friends what a coincidence it was that he had the same aeroplane as me....how cool!
As the ground falls away on take off, I glanced over at the now open hangar, he's waving at me, standing in front of his Tiger Moth.
I felt a bit of a berk.... but next time I will talk less and listen more.
Not the greatest of stories I admit, but a Tiger tale as requested, and one more post in my logbook.
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