Flying Granny
Scott,
What a great story. My Dad taught me to fly back in the sixties. He was a tough instructor, and demanded perfection from his student son. Of course, I could never quite please him. Still the price was right, and all these years later, I am still thankful for his training.
On several occasions, he helped me building the Doll. I was looking forwarding to taking my old instructor flying in the plane we built. I was finishing up the firewall forward when he suddenly died. The Doll was just months from its first flight.
Looking at your pictures, I couldn't help but flash back to that day in late 1999 when I lost him. I could be wrong, but I feel that your beautiful RV-8 was inspired, in part, by the plane my dad and I built. Your are lucky to be able to share it with the people that raised you!