Lazlo, Joe Schad and I flew the Stocker yesterday. Pretty nice. Couldn't get real high --2400 over. Joe and I flew up to Stasburg and landed at t he HS. Then we decamped to Joe's front porch, drank a beer, hitched our pants up around our rib cages and complained about the gummint. Zelda drove us back. Not a bad day for geezers.
Lazlo was up for hours in his pg. He said it went magic later.
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