Because she didn't crash, so somebody had to. I knew the thing was being a pig on the outside corners, and I tried anyway. Wait -- maybe it's Paul Walker's fault, for giving me one of his planes so that my reflexes would be all wacked out -- yup, that's it. It couldn't possibly just be me doing an inverted pancake on the bottom of a square loop -- oh no.
At least the broken-off prop blade is easy to find.
Topic: It's my wife's fault (Read 569 times)