airspace alpha
4th May 2020, 05:03
So AirVenture 2020 (“Oshkosh”) has been cancelled. Inevitable really. I got well and truly hooked on this particular addiction in 2012 and have been back, and back, and back. Why?
I don’t go to OSH for the planes- but oooh my there are so many to drool over.
I don’t go for the actual airshow- but the sight and sound of 50 T6Texans, 25 plus T34 Mentors, a dozen T28’s, a flight of Mustangs, 6 C47’s and a B17 all over your head AT THE SAME TIME is stupendous.
I don’t go for the food. Last time I went I tried their “gourmet” Asian Singapore rice and I swear you could upend the container and nothing fell out.
I don’t go for the booze- on the grounds there isn’t any but Kellys Bar more than makes up for it in the evening. And their food? First time I had a pizza where the cardboard sleeve tasted nicer than the pizza!
I don’t go for the industry shops and stands- but there were 4, or was it 6?, hangars filled with them. And the flea market.Last time I went there was an ex Belgian airforce Pembroke fuselage apparently for sale- a bit big for my cabin baggage.
I don’t go for the exercise but you sure as hell walk when you go to OSH.
I don’t go for the accommodation but use the university - but first pick up a fan in Fond Du Lac- OSH can get hot as hell.
I don’t go to meet fellow Aussies- but the international tent and Kellys Bar do the trick- the latter looking like the bar of a certain australian aero club. And the Friday evening free beer on site.
I don’t go to meet the locals- but one year I did a homestay with a lovely family who, in their lives, had been to Chicago three times and Honolulu once. That’s it. Loved my time with them boating on the lake but their daughter probably still has nightmares about her first experience of Vegemite.
But I do go, and will continue to go, to meet the people. Turn around to anyone on the site you meet and ask them whats their interest in aviation. They all, repeat all, have a story. Homebuilder, C47 crew chief, Delta Captain ( and Auster owner), you name it they are all there. That’s what makes Oshkosh what it is, 200,000 plus people nuts about aviation.
I don’t go to OSH for the planes- but oooh my there are so many to drool over.
I don’t go for the actual airshow- but the sight and sound of 50 T6Texans, 25 plus T34 Mentors, a dozen T28’s, a flight of Mustangs, 6 C47’s and a B17 all over your head AT THE SAME TIME is stupendous.
I don’t go for the food. Last time I went I tried their “gourmet” Asian Singapore rice and I swear you could upend the container and nothing fell out.
I don’t go for the booze- on the grounds there isn’t any but Kellys Bar more than makes up for it in the evening. And their food? First time I had a pizza where the cardboard sleeve tasted nicer than the pizza!
I don’t go for the industry shops and stands- but there were 4, or was it 6?, hangars filled with them. And the flea market.Last time I went there was an ex Belgian airforce Pembroke fuselage apparently for sale- a bit big for my cabin baggage.
I don’t go for the exercise but you sure as hell walk when you go to OSH.
I don’t go for the accommodation but use the university - but first pick up a fan in Fond Du Lac- OSH can get hot as hell.
I don’t go to meet fellow Aussies- but the international tent and Kellys Bar do the trick- the latter looking like the bar of a certain australian aero club. And the Friday evening free beer on site.
I don’t go to meet the locals- but one year I did a homestay with a lovely family who, in their lives, had been to Chicago three times and Honolulu once. That’s it. Loved my time with them boating on the lake but their daughter probably still has nightmares about her first experience of Vegemite.
But I do go, and will continue to go, to meet the people. Turn around to anyone on the site you meet and ask them whats their interest in aviation. They all, repeat all, have a story. Homebuilder, C47 crew chief, Delta Captain ( and Auster owner), you name it they are all there. That’s what makes Oshkosh what it is, 200,000 plus people nuts about aviation.