When you're an entry-level RJ pilot, crash-pad living invariably involves too many pilots, not enough showers and few outlets for aviation entertainment. As we settled into a routine, of sorts, my roommate Nick mentioned a mythical Citabria of which he professed partial ownership. "One day, I'll run out to Louisiana and haul it up here for a while," he kept saying. Then, amazingly, "one day" actually came, and Nick's partners told him to come get it. They had bought a Stearman and the Citabria was only gathering dust. Road trip! We jump-seated to Shreveport, which is as close as our airline could get us to Natchitoches, Louisiana, where the Citabria lived. The rental car companies had nothing on hand. Nick and I scratched our heads and then saw the TAC Air crew cars lined up, pretty as you please.
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