A grey and cold October Monday morning, characteristic conditions for a farewell. And to make it more typical, I almost missed it! The text from Robert that the KDC-10 was already rolling came right at the moment I jumped on my bike.
In a split second I decided not to sprint my way to P4, but to try my luck at the Oersebaan, where I could catch her in flight after take off. When she popped up over the trees I was happy with the spot and as she turned back at low level I jumped on my bike to the Scherpenering for some shots of what would be the last pass over her home of the past 26 years.
Adieu KDC-10!
