Mark's 701


What the hekk have I gotten into?

Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery... No? Oh well, let that set the tone. Actually, he was none of the above. I began in Texas, did some time time in Detroit, and grew up near Atlanta, Yes- I am a GM brat. My real father had a shop with lots of tools in it and gave me the run of the place. The rest is a rather sordid history: I married, two kids, and when they didn't want to play with daddy anymore, I decided to build an airplane. A Van's RV-6A. I call her my "third-born" child, her name is Mojo, and she's a good girl. She was anointed with a Bronze Lindy at OSH '06 and we have shared over 1100 hours bouncing all over the good ol' U S of A since. Fast forward eight years and the bug circled 'round and attacked again. This is what happened...

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