It all started when my friend and longtime AVweb columnist Rick Durden emailed me that he was going to be in the Bay Area for a few days, and suggested that we try to get together while he was on the Left Coast. (Rick is based in Grand Rapids, Mich., so I don't often get the chance to see him except once a year at Oshkosh.) After an exchange of emails, we agreed that I'd fly up to Livermore Municipal Airport (LVK) and meet Rick at the terminal at 2:00 p.m.I cranked up my Cessna 310 and launched for the hour-long flight from SMX to LVK, arriving in front of the terminal building at almost precisely the appointed time. But there was no sign of Rick. I tried calling his cellphone. No answer. Strange, I thought; I've never known Rick not to be on time for an appointment. I took a seat in the terminal lobby and started to read a magazine to pass the time until Rick arrived.About 10 minutes later, I heard a female voice calling my name. It was a lady from the airport administration office, and she said someone was on the phone for me. It was Rick and it was obvious from his tone of voice that he wasn't having a great day.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://www.avweb.com/ownership/the-savvy-aviator-11-ignition-tlc