Some day am going to pack up my bags take a long bike ride to the Boneyard. I know crew chiefs from my time in the UK who found 'their' jets -- F-111s -- languishing in the desert and some of these retired guys cannot help but wept at the conditions of 'their' jets. A world from when they labored, sweated, and bled, days and nights, in all weather, to keep them flying. Pilots and crew dawgs have their names on jets, but it is the dawgs who have the most emotional attachment to the aircrafts. A visit to the Boneyard and if possible a return to Upper Heyford before the Brits completely demolish the base are on my 'bucket list'.