First he had to get there, so my wife, Cathy, and I flew our Cheyenne to Georgetown, Delaware, to pick up Clemens and his mother. (You didn't think I was going to take a 4-year-old to Oshkosh without his handler, did you?) Armed with a sandwich, a juice carton, his pilot hat and an iPod with Sid the Science Kid videos, Clemens sat patiently in the backseat while his grandfather negotiated with various departure controls and then Washington and, finally, Cleveland Center to get us up to Flight Level 220. This took almost an hour, as Baltimore, Dulles, Philadelphia and other arrivals and departures kept us down low, burning jet-A like there was no tomorrow. The silver lining was that the headwinds only increased as our altitude did, so staying low all that time did speed things up a little. Still, we had at least 35- and up to 45-knot headwinds once ensconced high enough to over-fly much of the summer rain showers that continually popped up along the route.