"So last Sunday I fly the
fire-breathing CJ-6A to Las Cruces for the monthly breakfast put on by EAA
Chapter 555. I slyly invite a female friend of mine who likes flying,
Carie, to ride along. She happens to also be very attractive. We
landed and immediately were surrounded by a lot of folks looking at the bird
and asking Carie questions. She knows nothing but I tell her to act
like the Parade Queen on a float and smile a lot (I really said that, and have the bruises to show for it)".
Unsuspecting CJ6-A
pilot Jim Ivey shortly before the massive babe defection.
"Later we're getting ready to leave and my brother-in-law (and fellow
CJ partner) shows up in his 'coupe. Both Carrie and another gal
immediately are very impressed with the 'coupe and think it's "just the
cutest thing", and "wouldn't I just look great riding around in
that thing".
Carrie says, "I want to ride back in the
Ercoupe!". As I headed back to the parked CJ, with quite a
somewhat diminished swagger, my brother-in-outlaw yells, "So, how much
did you pay for your babe magnet there, partner?". What insult to
injury." - Jim Ivey
