They say every good fisherman is born with patience.
I waited 30 years to catch my Barracuda. By Jeffrey W. Weisel
It was the late 1970s when I first became aware of the Barracuda. I was living in Los Angeles, California, and kept my
old Tri-Pacer tied down at Whiteman Airport near Burbank.
Peter Garrison was also a resident of the airport. Pete, a
writer for Flying magazine, was well-known among people
in the flying community; he kept his homebuilt, Melmoth,
based there. Melmoth was Pete's own design and was built
to fly anywhere in the world, holding enough fuel to leapfrog
across the planet. Pete wrote extensively about aviation,
and I read everything I could get my hands on related to flying. One of his articles had to do with experimental aircraft,
and this particular write-up included the Barracuda.
The Barracuda was described as a fast, fighter-like aircraft,
capable of high-speed cross-country flights while also able
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