tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973001257469712096.post377465895649049565..comments2023-07-06T05:24:12.023-05:00Comments on RC BLog: Pretorian 435: The Day I QuitKen Schroeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11792686126519801598noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973001257469712096.post-19595028923661261072016-07-18T13:25:31.135-05:002016-07-18T13:25:31.135-05:00LOL! Right? The creek winds through the eastern ed...LOL! Right? The creek winds through the eastern edge of the field in the woods, and the big tree I hit does stand next to it. What I thought was magical was that the wing was in the water under the fuse, which was standing up in the mud in the creek like a dart, the tail just caught in a branch that likely kept the major electronics out of the water. Go figure!Ken Schroeterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11792686126519801598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973001257469712096.post-6274578249674568312016-07-18T10:31:01.499-05:002016-07-18T10:31:01.499-05:00One also has to ask, what are the chances of actua...One also has to ask, what are the chances of actually crash landing in that creek. It reminds of where I used to fly, the remains of the old Down Ampney airfield in the UK. There is a monument at the very end of the runway to commemorate the fallen from the Battle of Arnhem which I swear contained a magnet which attracted models to it at high speed. Another way of looking at it is "Sods Law"!<br /><br />Pick up the pieces, calm down, take a break and resume:-)Man with Many Chinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06248880738395410731noreply@blogger.com