Since joining zroadsters, my avatar has been the black biplane. The story behind the biplane is I met the owner when he was part way through restoring her, about 7 years ago.
At the time I was recovering from a car accident induced spinal injury and in the middle of what turned into a nightmare of a legal battle to gain compensation. Life was not fun and I was under the Doc for more than back pain. This suddenly became something positive for once!
After a year of promises to take me flying, but no progress on the rebuild, I offered to get involved both physically and financially with the rebuild. Less than a year later, she flew. Since then we've flown, polished and fettled and occasionally sworn at her. If you think zeds soak up time, stay away from vintage aircraft!
Sadly, my now very close friend and aviation mentor has needed to sell her after having been her caretaker for nearly 40 years. My flying skill set and financial circumstances precluded me from buying his much larger interest.
Today, she left our airfield headed south to her new home. My friend couldn't, maybe didn't want to, be there so I did the honours of starting her one last time, and seeing her off.
Blue Skies old girl.
At the time I was recovering from a car accident induced spinal injury and in the middle of what turned into a nightmare of a legal battle to gain compensation. Life was not fun and I was under the Doc for more than back pain. This suddenly became something positive for once!
After a year of promises to take me flying, but no progress on the rebuild, I offered to get involved both physically and financially with the rebuild. Less than a year later, she flew. Since then we've flown, polished and fettled and occasionally sworn at her. If you think zeds soak up time, stay away from vintage aircraft!
Sadly, my now very close friend and aviation mentor has needed to sell her after having been her caretaker for nearly 40 years. My flying skill set and financial circumstances precluded me from buying his much larger interest.
Today, she left our airfield headed south to her new home. My friend couldn't, maybe didn't want to, be there so I did the honours of starting her one last time, and seeing her off.
Blue Skies old girl.