This thread brought back memories.
In the summer of '85, I was at Jim Gregoire's house building RC planes one Saturday night, ( I might want to add that we had gotten pretty liquored
up in the process). At about 11:00, a buddy of Jim's, Jeff Reyes, stops by. Jim's place was the place to be on a Saturday night. Anyway, Jeff tells us that his father has an old control line plane that had been hanging in his garage for ages. Well I, being an old control line fan, told him to go back home and get it. Which he did ( Did I mention that we were liquored up?) When Jeff returned we decided then and there that we were going flying. But where???
John Lenzner suggest that we could fly it between two large warehouses by where he works. Its paved, well lit and about a quarter mile from the nearest houses. So I run home and grab my flight box and a can of fuel and head off to our new late night night flying sight.( Did I mention that we were all liquored up?)
We measured the distance between the two buildings to be just about 150 feet, give or take, so we figured we had plenty of room. I hook up the lines and handle to the plane, which I believe was an old Sterling Profile P-51 with a Testors .35. You know, the one that had the cooling fins all along the case? The motor was a bit gummed up, but after a few shots of fuel and few flips of the prop, I hooked up the battery and was ready for action.
Now keep in mind, Its now about 1:00 in the morning and dead, dead quiet. John is now thinking that this might not be a smart thing afterall, so he
decides to wait in his truck, that he parks in the street next to the wearhouse, just in case he needs to make a quick get away when the cops come.
(Did I mention that we were liquored up?) After a a few flips, the unmuffled Testors comes to life. Well stunt fans, you cannot believe how loud that unmuffled motor, echoing between two buildings at 1:00 in the morning could be. Five or six drunk jackasses all scurried like roaches when a light gets turned on. In the mad scramble someone kicked the plane and knocked the rudder and horizontal stab off. In the meantime Jeff is holding the plane with motor running while the rest of us are gettin the hell outa Dodge. In a panic Jeff, jams the spinning prop into the pavement to kill the motor.
When he sees that we all gone, he too takes off, leaving the plane, my flight box, lines and fuel behind.
Back at Jim's house, the big question is how and when do we go back and get the plane and equipment??
So I wait about an hour and have another beer or two. By now I figure the coast is clear and I go back and retrieve the stuff with no problems.
After that night, it never failed that someone would suggest going flying during our Saturday night building sessions.
Did I mention That we were liquored up?



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Larry, Buttafucco Stunt Team