Well, I'm sad to report that the Skylark had a short and unhappy life in my posession. Because of it's extreme depression (guess it didn't like the color scheme) it decided it was time to take a dirt nap. I took it out to fly tonight after work and on the first flight it took off and immediately I knew it was doomed. As soon as it lifted off the ground it started pitching this way and that and the nose kept trying to shoot straight up. Next thing I know the wing seperated and it became the all too familiar lawn dart. After assessing the crash site and debris, I have yet to figure out exactly what happened. My best guess is that the battery wasn't as fully charged as I thought for some reason as the plane didn't act like it wanted to respond. I'll post pictures of the carnage soon.