Turn the wayback machine back about 30 years. I'm in high school and a friend asks if I would like to try his RC plane. SURE. He lifts it off perfectly and hands me the controls. After a few flights like this he doesn't have to stand right next to me. Life is good.
OK, now turn the wayback machine to current day. "I used to fly, so it shouldn't be that hard to pick it up". Trust me, it isnt like riding a bike, it's like falling OFF a bike and it still hurts as much. I was doing my best to get an old avistar given to me by my brother ready to fly again. It needed a new wing, and horiz stab. That done, it was off to the park. Don't assume what you used to know is still stuck in there. The plane taxied like a drunk was at the controls (a bad omen) Pride is a terrible thing. I forced her down the runway and pulled back on the stick forcing her to confront one or two of Newtons Laws.. She gave me 12 feet of altitude, did a terrible torque roll and ended up inverted in 12 pieces. (she is in rehab as we speak) I have several theories. CG was off as this was a new wing on an old plane. (operator error) Improper needle valve adjustment (operator error) Just plain PRIDE (operator error)

To make this long sad story short. The laws of physics are still the same. You can choose to obey them or not. Your plane however WILL ALWAYS OBEY THEM. I have since asked a friend who is an instructor to help me get my wings back (something that should have been done before the ill fated flight) He is going to help me adjust everything, and get me back in the air the correct way. Before you start preaching, I have already confessed my sins and am repenting.

The moral of this story: Pride goeth before a fall...or in this case a CRASH. Don't assume that something that used to be second nature hasn't packed its "chute" and jumped out.