This has been sitting in my sketchpad for months in pencil. I believe that this is only the second time I've ever drawn Maggie Simpson, and it's only the second pic I've posted that concerned one of my lifelong passions, aviation. I bet it gave Marge fits when she decided to take some lessons. Since Maggie is famous for not saying anything on the show, her first words that we hear may just be, "Springfield Traffic, this is Cessna 566 Golf departing runway 21 Springfield Traffic."
Well, everyone else draws her half naked and stuff...gotta admit that it probably hasn't been done. She looks cute grown up, with her green Keds tennis shoes.
I'm not familiar with 566s; obviously, you two are on a first name basis. Showing my ignorance, I would have guessed a 172. I didn't recognize Maggie without her pacifier. Good work.
Actually 566G was the call letters of a 1966 Cessna 150 that I used to fly...I loved that thing, but unfortunately someone damaged it beyond repair about 20 years ago. The one I used in the drawing is a modern Cessna 172 Skyhawk; they're fancy inside, but lack the really nice paint jobs they had in the 60's (they just paint 'em white and throw on a few stripes now...).
Of course...the golf wasn't some nickname--allpha-bravo-charlie should have told me what it was. The last 172 I flew in was a mid 1950's with upgraded instrumentation in 1970-4. Piers and I would get up early on Sunday mornings and fly all over the midwest to airport pancake breakfasts--really nice pilots and wives. The best flights were to Ohare to see Howe and Hull face off that first year and then the Tigers & Whitesox after that. He would take me either to Unos, The Billygoat or Gene & Georgettis. We would flip for the tab with his silver dollar and he always lost and would spend a good 10min bitching about his luck. Piers showed me the two headed coin when I was was packed for Washington state. I thought he was going to take his cessna down over lake michigan when he was diagnosed with leukemia but he died in a hospital bed in ann arbor. His wife took flight lessons after that and she flew the single and twin engines for years altho I was never with her. Those were great years.
In 1987 I had a sweet deal at Mt. Comfort Airport...I would do light maintenance to Max's planes, and would get some free flight time here and there. Old Golf was one of those planes. She was a homely beast when I saw her, butterscotch brown with a red cowling, but she was comfortable to fly. I love those old-school panels and those old "coffee grinder" radios. BTW, my first ever trip to Chicago was almost in a twin Piper, but the pilot found out from flight service that there were embedded thunderstorms along the route. You can see me in a more recent flight at [link] along with the ice storm and my attack kitty...
That was fun; I can easily hear the increasing level of sound and feel the bumps and vibration. What you don't get tho is the cool sounds of swinging the prop but it sure is nice to see more than four or five instruments. On early morning summers, once,twice a wk, Mike and I would ride our bikes out to the airport and usually catch two or three rides before noon and hang out in the hanger checking out the girly calendars and the dizzying smell of esters while trying to bum a coke and a story.