Lucky One

I need some luck

The test flight went well

I got her back on the ground without too much trouble

The left main gear strut seals blew out on me when I touched down

She rode like a hardtail Harley the rest of the taxi to the tent

It’s always gotta be something

Tweaking this and that

Rebuilding the gear strut

It’s kept me busy for a couple days

Not bad days either

I did blacken my eye by tipping myself off the wing

I have no idea how that happened

Dog swears he didn’t do it

We sat around for awhile with hot dogs and cold beer

I held some ice to my face

We went on a mini road trip yesterday

About three towns over to find a notary public

Not that there wasn’t one closer

I just wanted to go on the down low

My agenda keeps changing slightly

And this was one of those wrinkles

But the documents are signed and set

Effective for tomorrow

So that puts my departure more in stone

Bringing me back to luck

The early F-104 Starfighter pilots had strange ejection seats

They came out the bottom of the aircraft

To make that work the pilot had to be able to secure his legs to the ejection seat

Hence the spurs

Little knobs sticking off the back of those pilot’s heels

To be kicked into slots right before the ejection handle was pulled

Keeping one’s legs attached in that situation is a good thing

And that’s what I want

Some lucky spurs

I’ve got some scraps of titanium out in the tent

It’s my job this afternoon

Fabbing a set of high speed Ti spurs

I’m going to name them too

Going to take my vibro tool to them

One will be Lucky One

The other is Lucky Too

A little humor gets me by

Even if it’s nonsensical

I call Dog over and take a lap around the Lear

Sitting ready to go next to the tent

Everything looking shipshape

Just like a taxi to space should

The glow of my work light in the tent beckons me

I’ve got that last lucky project to do

My jingle jangle space spurs