I had a motorcycle that I left outside the hanger and one night, what's his name, I can't even it remember it now, took it and went screaming up and down the RWY with it. He lived in a van across from Van's hanger and we had a big to do about stealing my bike. A few days later he comes over to the Bob's DZ to apologies and I blew him off. And about a week later, and unrelated to anything I did I'm sure, he took a gun and blew his brains out in his van. NickD BASE 194
His name was Art. Don't recall his last name. It is quickly closing in on 10 years since that event.
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(This post was edited by JSBIRD on Nov 13, 2007, 4:12 AM)
