www.PSFmagazine.com | February-March 2017 | 23 another kind airport manager took us to the local gas station so that we could fill up with 91-premium gas and avoid buying his 100LL. Then he took us to town and pointed us in the direction of a good local Mexican place. We were surprised to find it packed and realized there must be something happening in the town that day. As we chatted to some of the locals, all of whom were wearing cowboy boots and hats, I realized they all had spurs on the boots too. They told us it was local rodeo day, but maybe they just wear them every day down there. Very friendly people anyway, and very interested in what we were doing. Leg 7–129 mi to Ak-Chin: From there we headed north-west in the direction of Phoenix, stopping south of the city at a small airport called Ak-Chin. We saw people hang-gliding there with what is probably the world’s lowestpowered tow plane–a Rotax two-stroke 503. It was a very warm day, and the ski trousers and padded clothes we’d really needed earlier in the day were beginning to roast us in the 85 degree heat. We fueled up and headed for the last and longest leg of the day. Leg 8–167 mi to Blythe: We knew the next leg was going to be an interesting challenge. Time was getting on Support Our Advertisers
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