'Hangar Therapy' Beats the Shrink's Couch Every Time9:32 PM
Ask any pilot with their own airplane housed at a hanger, and they will agree with me that sometimes, we just HAVE to go out to the hanger alone and just, well, hang. We aviators need to spend some quality time around the plane, just tinkering. Tighten a screw here, air up a tire there, sweep the floor, again. In the hanger, we can lose ourselves in aviation, becoming one with our flying machine. And when we do that, we can provide the necessary distraction to lower our stress level and change the channel in our heads from work and obligations, to flying.
Katy's house is the last hangar on the westernmost end of a group hangar at EUG. It is maybe 10 generous spaces long, with no walls between the stalls. Each guy has their work bench, their stuff, none of which ever gets touched by anyone else...because we are pilots and trust each other. My end of this long space has a small office with a lockable door, so I get the use of this small shelved space to keep my "stuff". My end of the hangar faces EUG's rwy 34L/16R, aka, the field's commercial runway. I usually fire up the old Radio Shack scanner, crack a cold soda, open the doors, and just polish Katy – alone – with a keen eye aimed at the runway waiting to drool yet again on the next wonderful flying machine that drifts into or out of my home patch. In this environment, I am in heaven, just me, the airplane, and all that makes the GA community so great.