When I was a tyke, like most of us, I had a little red wagon. I also had a trike. Both of those bore the name "Radio-Flyer." I would pretend to be flying an airplane as I sped down the alley while talking into my cupped "radio" hand. I was a pilot of the airways and talked to other pilots through my "hand mike" as I flew on my 'Radio-Flyer" trike. I always felt proud as I parked my Radio Flyer plane-trike next to my Radio-Flyer wagon. My hanger was just to the right of the back steps.

Not too many years later I was wondering about the name Radio-Flyer, a rather odd name for trikes and wagons. After over 50 years of wondering about the name, only about a month ago I learned the company was co-founded by Marconi & Lindberg!

Time to confess an aging gentleman's hangover from childhood. When I am in my pickup truck, when I switch on Cruise-Control my mind tells me "Were on Auto-Pilot." When I switch off cruise control, my mind tells me "Turbulence ahead, time to Hand Fly this beast." Living in the mountains, we really do have "road turbulence."

I've never had a pilot's license, don't need one. I've got memories of flying my Radio-Flyer as I maneuver the craggy mountains while flying my Chevy pick-up.