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 Danielle, Tammy, Annabelle, Shane, Mike and Andrew |
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Hello, and welcome to my website. I was one of those weird kids that knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. I used to sit on the hood of my Dad's car on Saturday mornings watching him take flying lesson at the grass runway just outside Marion Iowa. I watched him bounce that Piper Colt on the grass, add the power and around again he'd come. I was born an adventurer, and a dreamer, just like my dad. Always coming up with these big ideas, then trying to figure out how to make them happen. My father told me more than once that I could do anything I wanted to do in life. Be anything I wanted to be. I just had to work a little harder and not give up. I still believe him. I bought a 1946 Ford Coupe one day when I was 15 years old. It had been sitting out in a neighbors field for years and I thought I could bring it to my dad's shop, fix it up and sell it to help pay for my flying lessons. My dad scratched his head when I told him of my idea, but he never discouraged me. Instead, he jumped in his pickup, backed up to the car trailer and we drove out to pick up the old heap. |
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The car sat on the trailer for about a week while I put in a new battery, drained the fuel tank and put some fresh gas in it. After a hundred dollars worth of parts and some scraped knuckles, I turned the key, but the starter was froze, it just didn't work. Not to be discouraged, I pumped the gas pedal at least 50 times, pulled the rope that was attached to the wood block that chalked the front tire and rolled the old coupe off the trailer. That's when I popped the clutch. That old flat head V-8 popped alive and I accelerated in reverse across the parking lot. I was pushing both the clutch and brake with everything I had and with the sound of crunching metal and breaking glass, the old Ford came to an abrupt stop. My dad walked up to me as I was sitting in the front seat of that 46 Ford. I was still trying to figure out what had just happened. He leaned up against my door and looked to the back of the coupe where it was resting on the front of his pickup. "No brakes huh," he said. "No sir". "Looks like you have a couple of projects this summer". He turned and walked back to the shop. After the repairs on my dad's truck and a little metal bending on the Coupe, I still managed to pay for my private pilot license and still had enough to begin my commercial ratings. I believe in dreams, I loved my father and I feel blessed to be in a career that I have enjoyed for 30 years. Flying airplanes is what I do. Competition Aerobatics and preforming in air shows is what I enjoy. Anyone who comes near me will feel that passion that's contained within me. I'm a husband in love with his wife. I'm a father who wants to spend time with his children. I'm a teacher who enjoys sharing and I'm a believer who knows what his purpose here on earth is. Thanks for visiting, I hope you enjoy my website. Larry's Son, Mike |
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