The guy on the phone was a little vague about the availability of a crew car. “We got some T-6s coming in” was the only explanation forthcoming. Undeterred, we set off; there wasn’t much to lose. We were in a Cessna 210 and we were in Texas. By we I mean friends Rob and Kathy (it is their 210) and my wife, Cathy, and me. By Texas I mean we were flying from their home on a 3,000-foot strip near Kerrville. By 3,000 feet I mean I don’t think it is anywhere near that length. It is 2,000 feet above sea level, however.
Our destination was Llano, Texas, some 47 nautical miles to the northeast. Our purpose was to eat barbecue at Cooper’s Old Time Pit Bar-B-Que, a world famous emporium that you could only find in Texas. What lay in store, none of us could have predicted.
