"Landing at Moontown is a country-boy job of work, no matter what the plane. We come in from the east, drop over some soybeans, drop to a hundred, then fifty feet over Moontown Road. I love these times of ushering an aircraft through a change. I happen to think that fifteen to twenty feet off the grass is always an illuminating place to muse on the many ways that this next, imminent meeting of you and the real earth can work out.
"Burns throttles down with a tender touch -- I swear the man could fly a dead dog, whether of not it was on its way to heaven. The plane doesn't fall so much as it lets go of the sky."
-- Guy Martin, "Time Machines" in the June/July Garden & Gun.