We planned the move several weeks ahead. David procured a huge trailer and brought the members of his PA RV Gang. It's good to be David. David, if translated from Chukchi, means The Boss. Basically all work was done by Mark and I.
David and Al entertained ladies and dogs, opened and closed doors and mostly relaxed.
Then we drove for couple hours. David has a giant truck. A monster. I was barely keeping up with them in my Mini. I don't know if they were aware that number 95 on a road sign doesn't mean speed. It's an Interstate number.
Snow started but we already were at the destination. In last century David drove three wheeler taxi in India and he knows how to turn in tight spots on ice.
Unloading wings and fuselage was faster because everybody was hungry. Here Tony's RV8 fuselage and wings in a new home for couple years.
Today I drove to my airport and decided to take a look at the shop from the air. A tired Cessna girl was excited to see us.
But first I went on a geese patrol. Thousands of these flying creatures were blocking half of the runway. Airport manager worked all night plowing the runway just for them. Speed taxi back and forth along the runway scared them away and I was able to take off.
Here how shop looks from the air. Those planning to visit please note the location. Roof half thawed on a barn in the center.