Re: Manipulating C code at the AST level, in C
rbowman <[email protected]>
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On Wed, 19 Aug 2026 23:26:44 -0400, c186282 wrote: > I learned to fly - license at 17 - but then an OPEC embargo drove the > fuel costs beyond what I could cope with. Hell, couldn't even get the > red gas, they tried 100LL but the engine valves kept sticking ... not > good. I was working on a project for fuel measurement and management. It was a DoD project and I was bored out of my mind so I decided to get some first hand experience with planes. The FBO at Middlebury VT was run by an ag pilot who offered instruction. It's an uncontrolled airport with one runway, 01/19. Typical mountain flying. I got bored enough that I took a contract in Ft. Wayne and resumed instruction. The instructor was a young woman building hours. My impression was she was in the wrong career. The real problem was Indiana. I don't do well in flatland. You could land in almost any soybean field in an emergency but looking out and seeing nothing out to the limit of visibility was spooky. I also realized the VFR limits. I had previously worked for a company that was housed in the old Thurston plant that was located on an airport. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thurston_Teal The company president decided he would take the opportunity to learn to fly. He did so and bought a plane since it was so convenient to park it. His secretary wasn't enthused by flying off to business meetings but so it goes. One day he went to visit a client in Kennebunk ME, a distance of about 20 miles. Kennebunk being where it is he encountered fog with very limited visibility. He managed to get home in one piece, got out of the plane, kissed the ground, and sold the plane. That was that. Not a good area for VFR. For that matter I totaled my Mustang flying low in the fog. I knew the road but I didn't anticipate the truck parked across it as he searched for his turn in the murk.