"Larry Smith" wimpered from the shelter's only
terminal:

On cue, 2 mouseketeers squeaked up. O, Packie* where are you? Packie
lands his Robbie on top of his Linkun and his Minnie-Max in the back yard
between the 69 GMC truck (up on blocks) and the ol' woman's Datsun (also up
on blocks). Six prop strikes so far and counting. But no teardowns yet,
so long as she's still running.

Nope, it was a Mid-American STOL kit (much better IMHO), With the
floatplane kit: big seatail, beefed up nosegear, Utility doors, Elt
finding kit, and Tundra Tires.

God, how I miss that airplane. My Dad sold it to a couple of lawyers
to help pay for my ratings and you guessed it, they totaled it about a
month later. No fatalities unfortunately. (just a wheelchair)

pacplyer - out















*Short for Packydermie, a handle attached to the geeky little kid for being
humongously fat and big-eared.