Here sits my Miniplane disassembled and awaiting pick up in the dark. Friday night was the first time I have ever needed to call my wife to be picked up after flying. Just before sunset and after about an hour of wonderful summertime flying, I let off the throttle to lose altitude and do some low flying over some lovely pastures. However, instead of dropping to a nice idle my motor stopped! I was a couple hundred feet up so I had a chance to give the pull start a couple of rips before committing to landing somewhere other than where I took off. No luck, not even a sputter. OK, this field will have to do. Head into what little bit of breeze there is, check to see if I'll be dealing with cows or a bull on landing, flare, touchdown! Nice field. No crops or cows, just tall grass. Pack up my wing, walk to the road and call for pick up. Just to see what project might lay before me, I gave the starter a pull to see what would happen. She fired right up without any coaxing! Well after sunset now I decide not to attempt to relaunch and instead prepped my paramotor to fit in the back of the wife's RAV4.
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