No matter how well we plan, no matter how hard we try, sometimes, not always, but sometimes, life happens. It may be that we have to take a detour away from our plans or change them all together or sometimes we just have to step away for a while and hope someday to make it back to our path. This is what happened to my RC days. They started in the Mid-90s with my father-in-law (one of the best men I have ever known) became interested in RC planes and continued until 2005 to 2006 when his health began to fail. Days we thought would go on forever came to a sputtering halt and then a stall and then the crash and most of his planes being put into a storage shed. My planes, well they were hung from the roof of my unheated, uncooled hobby shop which due to a career change became a very packed storage shed. The few time I got them out led to hard landings and my loss of interest for a while.
Like many people I called my father-in- law Doc as he was the local pharmacist, , he was already in his late 60’s, when he started, he still worked six days a week in his store, and me in my 40’s our arrangement was he would build them and I would take him to the flying fields and fly them, sometimes he would fly on a trainer box as I watched but mostly he enjoyed the comradery of the flight field. Sometimes I would crack one up and we would go out and pick up all the pieces, I felt terrible but he always reassured me that he could fix it, and he did.
In any event a couple of months ago I started reorganizing and finally got my hobby shop/ office back into shape. One afternoon a couple weeks ago I reached up and lifted my Benson Stik down. Back in the day it had been my favorite plane, stable enough for me relax a little bit with but reactive enough the I could have a few thrills. As I held the plane memories of summers we thought would never end came rushing back. The pain of Doc’s passing will never go away but the pleasant memories have begun to fill my thoughts rather than the great loss. As I held the plane it became clear what I need to do. Although now in my 60s I need to return to the flight line. I have been told that the planes have obsolete electronic components and that they are of no value. Well to me they are priceless and who knows if I change a few things polish them up maybe I and trade a few get some funds for a new project, which was our mode of operation.