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Some shots of my favorite airplane photos..._______(each image is a hyperlink to the original image.)

The photo above is of my friend Tom, and me, in formation over the clouds one beautiful morning over New Smyrna Beach, Florida. He is flying his 1948 Cessna 170 and I am on his left wing in my 1952 Cessna 170B.

From the same flight, the photo above was shot overhead the New Smyrna Airport.

This photo was shot along the Intracoastal Waterway before the airplane had her new paint job. She was all-aluminum which looked good, but took too much time polishing. It was better to fly...

Another of the airplanes I am absolutely in love with is the Douglas TA-4J Skyhawk, designed by Ed Heinemann. The Navy gave me the opportunity to acquire 750 hours in this hotrod and I thoroughly enjoyed every second I flew the airplane. Even those that were a little, shall we say, less pleasant than the really fun times.

The airplane I transitioned to jets in was the venerable Rockwell T-2C Buckeye. This was a straight-winged jet that handled like a jet but had docile flying characteristics when it came to learning "jet techniques." The photo above was taken just before I launched on my initial carrier quals - as with many Navy pilots before me - to the USS Lexington.

When I had the 170 repainted, I flew her home from the paint shop along the Florida coast. This was the first flight and as my friend Mike and I flew formation, he shot this photo. In the background is one of my flight students who owned a Cessna 140 who just happened along and wanted to join the formation.

This is another photo of the new paint job. My friend, Larry, shot this photo when I took his son for a flight one Saturday morning.

One of my favorite photos was shot by my friend Shelly. While I was out goofing off or something, he took this great shot of his 170B and mine as they were tied down in a pasture at our friend's farm. What a great weekend we had! Flew into the farm, landed on his airstrip that doubled as a pasture, and then we camped out, sleeping underneath the wings.