I’m sorry to say I think you’re SOL. Back in 2017 IMS I went to the North Beach at Florida Fort Desoto State Park. There is a sandbar around which you can find dozens, nay literally hundreds of sand dollars. I was by myself so I put the key fob to the rental in an upper shirt pocket and waded out and came back with about a dozen sand dollars; had to swim a bit and held shirt over head. When I got back to the car, I could open the doors but the electrical system and/or ignition system refused to work since a little bit of water seems to have gotten into the key fob. Had to call a tow truck to take me back to the Tampa airport. Not fun but I guess I can laugh now and the tow truck driver was a decent guy to talk to on the way to the airport.
Oops, read a little farther and see that your fob returned to life. That’s great!
When times are tough with MIL, at least you have these 2 to bring a smile. They’re precious.
Glad I wasn’t drinking anything when I read this. I snort laughed; too funny
Remember that 16-ounce burger (no bun) I had half of on Friday? I had the other hald on Sara Lee Delightful Multi-Grain bread for dinner tonight. Mrs. L.A. had her remaining two potstickers (w/teriyaki sauce).
My dad was building a BD-5A airplane in his living room when he lived on the Barstow-Daggett Airport. He had permission from the airport manager to take out a wall to get it out. (He was transferred to William J. Fox Airport before the aircraft was completed, so no walls had to be removed.)
He was about 80% done. The assemblies were still Cleco’d together, so he was able to take it apart. He was being extremely meticulous in its construction. For example, the polished all of the lightening holes in the wing spars – even though no one would ever see them once the skins were on.
When he moved, he ordered special shipping and extra insurance. As he told it, one truck needed a longer ramp, so the took the longer one from the truck Dad’s airplane was in and tossed their 200-pound short ramp onto the flat spot in the other truck. The flat spot was my dad’s disassembled BD-5.
Dad didn’t want to start over, so he contacted another builder in Long Beach who said he could buil a BD-5 pretty much to the point dad had his for $10,200. That’s what the insurance company paid, and dad bought a used, flying ‘four-seat BD-5’… a six-year-old 1970 Cessna 172K Skyhawk.
