Either that, or they had somebody design a font that looks like your grandmother's old Underwood. It blows my mind to think of the hundreds of millions of dollars in airplanes and fuel we spend to run just one airbase for one day, but nobody can find a thousand dollars for a PC for this guy's secretary's desk. The paperwork for permission to land on a military base was not as complicated as I expected. Basically, insurance is what they care about. As I was filling out the forms, I wondered how much insurance I should have in case I ran into the F-117 in stealth mode.
Somebody gets to find out.
After the twilight show on Saturday, some knucklehead in a Uhaul grazed the wing of the B1 bomber. They were offering rooms and because I remembered the traffic being such a hassle, I decided it might be nice to have a room on the base for the 4 days. Somehow we wound up in the barracks with the brass, and most of the other visiting pilots wound up in the enlisted quarters. Flying into NAS Miramar Miramar is only about a 10 minute flight from Palomar, where I keep my plane. Because I had never been to Miramar, I asked the Socal approach controller to set me up for arrival.