Remember back when you were like 12 or 13, and you'd be hanging at the park with your friends and you carved your name into a park bench or a nearby tree?

Some folks never grew out of that.

As I posted elsewhere:
This is the former "Chuckie", the only known surviving original PFF-equipped B-17. The Vintage Flight Museum and the Military Aviation Museum both spent a lot of time and effort trying to bring her back to stock wartime configuration, up until the MAM was forced to sell her last year.
So Jack Erickson bought her, and had her stripped down, painted the tail group fire truck red (not insignia red) with a 381st BG triangle "L" on the tail, and instead of proper unit codes, had his own initials "JE" applied in some weird round shape as the unit code. Because you know, when you've got one of only nine airworthy B-17s, one of the most iconic aircraft in American history, what really matters isn't honoring the service and sacrifice of the tens of thousands of airmen who flew and maintained them- no, what really matters is showing everybody that it's YOUR airplane. You know, because people might be confused or something.
It's been turned into a four engine, multimillion dollar ego trip.
His money, his plane, yeah, I know. It's not like my opinion, or the opinions of a WHOLE bunch of other people matter worth a crap, but I think the whole thing sucks six ways to Sunday. Don't get me wrong, I am a huge fan of scantily clad women, but some things deserve more than a hot rod Harley paint job.
Lynn