After we rolled out of Al and Kapua’s cafe, I told Nolemana that I’d like to show him the small airport nearby, and that when Julie and I had been there, there was this really cool gyrocopter flying around. He said he’d like to go, so we drove just a half mile away to get there.
Sure enough, not only was the melemele [yellow] one out, but so were several others! I got small kine wai maka because I knew Papa-san (Nolemana’s dad who lived with us till he died at age 96) would have loved being there.
There were several old-timers that Papa-san would’ve loved to talk to. He worked for Lockheed as a jet test mechanic, and airplanes were his life!
This is the melemele one that Julie and I had seen from a distance.
Ho da kewt, yeah?
Wanna see da engine?
Here’s da kane who built it. They come in a kit, these gyrocopters!
Here’s anodda one.
Here’s the kane who wen build it, getting ready foa taking off.
And there he goes!
This airplane was going take off. There is a special name for it that I forget… something about da kine tail it has.
There goes da melemele one.
Heading down da runway.
We have lift-off!
The blue and white one takes off. See it against the building?
The melemele one had circled around and came back for a touch-point landing before heading up again.
We must’ve watched them for over an hour, and talked stories with some of the old-timers about their experiences. Oni good fun!
Would I have gone up in one? I don’t think so. But was fun watching others do it!
We headed back home again…past the St John’s Bridge in North Portland…
And the Steel Bridge in downtown Portland…
… and saw the top of Mt Hood poking his head out as we drove along a country road near our hale.