Before 2005, I lived in the Bay Area. There were a lot of really, really good fliers and there was, and still is, Shoreline Kite Park. That is Kite Park, with its own sign at the parking entrance. There was just one outhouse, no drinking fountain or shade and lots of gopher holes.
And fliers would get together whenever they could: after work, on weekends, when they had a "sick day".
Cecil, John, Allen, Vince, Uly, Wayne, Miguel, Brian, Brian. Sometimes, Steve and Chris would come down from Chico. And sometimes, David Barnby would come in from across the pond.
When David came to town, weather didn't matter. He would show up in a suit and tie and fly with us for hours. We would laugh and spend an hour looking for a standoff if someone needed some extra eyes. But mostly we would fly. David still shows up at Shoreline and I even made it back for one day this year to teach a class to 30 newbies with the help of those same friends.
I was going through some older photos and found this one. It brought back some very good memories.