Just after we broke for lunch, Eric decided he wanted to try to fly his mini Foamie Warbird around my pastures. I warned him that I had flown my FlyZone Corsair and found it difficult to avoid my many trees. (That’s a nice way of saying, “I crashed into a really tall pine tree, and broke my plane when it fell and impacted the ground, shortly after I moved into this property a couple years ago.”)
Un-phased, Eric decided,
“I’m sure I can avoid them!”
Anyone care to guess how that worked out for him? . . .
“Ummm . . . Ollie . . . Now what do I do?!”