de plane, de plane

Last weekend marked the inaugural flight of the r/c plane my parents got me for my birthday. My parents and Caden were there to witness my mad pilot skills. The plane survived the day but just barely. Despite my father’s protest I convinced him to take the controls….he then inadvertently flew the plane into a dense thicket like a heat-seeking missile. The result was quite a few dents and parts of the wings were dangling by a thread (generally not a good sign). A little scotch tape and some TLC nurtured the plane back to life. But dad is banned from flying the plane from now on if there is a tree/thicket with 1,000 yards.