Even though help was needed to get there, arriving at AirVenture was all this pilot hoped it would be.
By Jason McDowell
February 9, 2022
Back in the mid-1980s, after a solid year of neglecting my classwork in favor of mountain bike magazines, I received a Schwinn mountain bike for Christmas. The euphoria that resulted led to some questionable decisions that morning, namely tearing around our snow-covered backyard and icy driveway in my pajamas and enduring several crashes while a mild case of frostbite set in. But I had my very own mountain bike, and despite the bloody injuries, I regretted nothing.
In the years that followed, numerous vehicles came and went. Cool ones, at that. Multiple European motorcycles, a Jeep Wrangler Rubicon, and some fun German cars. But none produced the same level of euphoria as the Schwinn on that epic Christmas morning.
Story credit: Flying Magazine Newsletter; https://www.flyingmag.com/a-first-trip-to-oshkosh-as-an-owner-feels-like-a-journey-home/