Last weekend, Clarke took me on a drive around where he used to live and "A" Mountain and such.
Well, this weekend we went to the Pima Air and Space Museum. I have been wanting to go for awhile. But we never went because Amy's against museums and Arvey...
Anyway, so we went. It was an interesting morning anyway. Clarke's mom calls us and wakes us up, saying her car broke down and when she tried to put oil in it, it fell through engine. So we were going to go get her, but Clarke's dad came to the rescue instead.
So that was that. Awakened early, with a hellish week behind us.
So about 3 or so, we went to the museum. It was cool, too, because the normal admittance is $12 per person, but we got there with an hour and a half to closing, so she let us give a five dollar donation for both of us. Awesome!
We went through the first part. They had parts of planes sitting about. I got to sit in some. I asked Clarke to take a picture of me, but he didn't. I don't know why. They had a flight simulator, too, which I would have gone on, except it was too close to closing and I wanted to see what else there was.
Maybe it's because I'm inside and never on the ground looking up at the planes I take to fly across the country, but plane=big. My heart was thumping like crazy, afraid one of them would tip over and slice me with their ginormous wings. Walking past the SR71 Blackbird was cool, considering the test pilot got to see six sunrises in one day flying that thing. We also saw an A10, which plays a little cameo in the Transformers movie (they take out the scorpion decepticon). Another little (and I mean little) thing we saw was the Bumblebee, which was the smallest flyable plane. I don't think I could have gotten have of my ass in that if my life depended on it. Tiny.
That was inside the main building. This place was HUGE!!! I can't caps it enough. They have four hangars, the outside field, that's as big as the wings of these planes, and a hangar devoted to space stuff, which we sadly didn't get to see.
Outside, the first thing we saw was the Air Force One used by Kennedy and Johnson. I walked through the Air Force One that Kennedy used, people. It was strange...and musty. We saw that plane, then went into Hangar 3, which is where they store WWII planes. Didn't get to go into any of those. But we saw a B29, which was the plane that did the most damage. They had a diagram of the inside. It was just filled with bombs. Pretty cool. They had a wall of the paintings with the names of the planes which was interesting. Lots of women...duh.
When we went back outside, we saw this transport (not people, but stuff) helicoptor. It looked like a huge two legged bug. It was pretty neat looking.
Okay, so the whole reason I wanted to go to the Pima Air and Space Museum was because of this most huge plane that was used to transport tanks and etc. Oh my god!!! It's called the Super Guppie. I got a picalature. The whole front of it opens up to load the thing, including the cockpit.
That's me, waving.

So that was the Pima Air and Space Museum. It was fun. Just walking around, heart pounding, looking at the progression of technology and such. Pretty fucking cool.
On our way out, Clarke saw a sign for some Titus thing. He says it's the missile silo that they give tours of and stuff. Sounds like another adventure to me, but apparenlty it's the fuck away, like I-17 away. For those who don't know, I-10 runs through Tucson, and the connects to I-17 pretty close, if not in, Phoenix. The fuck away. But something I wouldn't mind doing, nonetheless. :-)