Attending the Great Georgia Airshow (GGA) was a fairly spur-of-the-moment thing for me.  Being a holder of a job whose business happens mostly on weekends, I had used up a fair amount of leniency to travel to Oceana for that delightful event, and I figured it would be my last show of this season.  But lo and behold, I found myself with a free Sunday, coincidentally on the second day of GGA.  And so it came to pass that at 6 AM on the 14^th of October, I found myself astride my motorcycle on the southeast side of Chattanooga, merging onto I-75 for a three-hour journey to Peachtree City.  Did I mention that it was in the upper 40s at that time of day, and that an 80MPH wind chill is not insubstantial?  But I digress… presumably you’re here to read about the show, not about my two-wheeled exploits, so let me move on forward.