It all started in 1983 when I saw this "thing" called a Weedhopper in the air over the suburbs of Washington, DC. I followed it, found its field, and talked to the American Airlines pilot who was selling them on-the-side.

The whole concept, just drivin' around on the treetops, was about the coolest thing I'd ever seen. I knew, right then and there, that this was for me.

In weeks my research was complete and, with spousal approval, I was in love... with a little airplane called a Quicksilver MX.

On September 3, 1983, I brought her home. She came in three big boxes and a real long tube.