Perfect morning, warm, clear, zero wind. The streets at Placida had just been repaved. I had a full tank of gas and a belly full of coffee.
BUT…..
The battery was dead and the mini charger couldn’t turn it over. So, I positioned the truck to jump and …. then…. discovered that the hard landing last flight broke loose a weld. Two strikes and time to call it a wrap.
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