The first pic is of my beloved Wild Hawk that I found in the curbside trash. Its the upside down one. My flying bud, Grandi, and I had a pretty awesome mid-air just before this pic. As I recall, I was was above him and approaching from his 5:00. I beleive I had lulled him into a false sense of security (really dumb on his part) by behaving as though I was flying formation with him. Once I had him in my sights, I dove down. His prop met my elevator control rod. My rod was ripped out of the servo arm and his prop spun off his motor (its laying on his wing in the pic). It also put a couple of good gouges in my tail boom.
She was definitely not a pretty airplane, but she was consistently my best flyer. I put a hot rod motor and, cut in ailerons and made enlarged elevator and rudder surfaces. None of the colors matched. It was fitting. Sadly, my beloved Wild Hawk met her demise at the hands of one of my 8th grade students last year. Sniff....
But, as a testament to Karma, I have his brand new Bixler sitting in my classroom at this very moment. Would it be petty of my to sabotage it?
The second picture is of me. Take all the shots you want. I think I look pretty damn snazzy!