12/10/2013 3:12 PM
Years ago my wife, a couple friends, and I found a place outside Phoenix that we knew as Cowtown. I have no idea if this is the real name of the place. It was a flea market kinda place. All kinds of cool stuff, if you're in to that sort of thing. The best part is we found a Steeler bar while walking around the flea market roads.
On the way to Cowtown we stumbled across a small non-descript airport. The sign read "Glider Rides". So we stopped. The "airport terminal" was a wooden shack that had a front porch. The glider pilot was sitting in a rocking chair on the porch with a Cockatiel sitting on his shoulder. We happened to have beers with us and in hand when we approached the pilot. The bird flew over to my shoulder, walked down my arm, stuck its beak into my bottle of beer and would not let go. The pilot told me the feathered rat would not let go until I gave it drink. I tipped the bottle, Polly took a sip, and went on his way. Long story short, I bought a ride on the glider. Turns out it was a glider ride with ariel acrobatics included. Some of the scariest and best fun I have ever experienced.