Unfortunately, I didn't count on having to answer Mother Nature. So I stopped at a remote little airstrip to take care of some "business".
But what to my wondering eyes did appear when I stepped out from behind the tree? My baby was on the runway, throttle maxed and wheels lifting!!! Sombody was stealing my airplane!!!!!
Lucky for me a bush pilot was flying past and saw me running after my Lil Racer, and stopped to see what the commotion was. We caught up to the culprit a few hours later, and got out in front of him. But who was it in the cockpit?
Well, since the crazy SOB didn't remember to close the canopy, we got a little closer . . .
HOLY MOLY!!! Look who it is . . .
(Tell me who you think that is!
It ain't me . . .)
