Jeez, today the local TV station comes out to interview me about my brother Chris' mission announcement, (finally, FINALLY, I get to tell people about it!), and they want to do it in front of the Fairchild. That's OK, it needs an outing anyway, so I get it rolled outside, polished up, fueled and oiled and ready to go. They arrive, set up the camera, I give my little spiel, and then they want some "B" footage to go with it. So, fine, I do a walkaround, climb inside, hit the starter -- and the engine gives a feeble half-turn, and then limps to a stop while the starter solenoid buzzes rudely at the TV audience.
I get out, trying not to curse loudly or too visibly, Robin shifts over to the left seat to hold the brakes, and then I swing the prop a few times until finally, reluctantly, it coughs into life.
Not one of television's finer moments.
I'm going to have to break down and replace that battery. But in the meantime we did have a very nice flight up to Edenvale, where the ECAF types were training new pilots. Here's the taildragger "transition" machine, a Fleet 80 Canuck.

And the DH 82A Moth was enjoying itself too, training a lucky new guy.

I tell you, every time I fire up that Warner after a few weeks away, I'm pleasantly surprised all over again how smooth it is...
Dave