Funny my dearly departed neighbor had an RV7 in his garage that was undergoing some post hard landing rework. When I first moved into this neighborhood and met my neighbor he immediately saw my motorcycles and was quick to tell me about the two in his living room. I kinda rolled my eyes, like “oh really?”. Then he explained the reason his motorcycles were in his living room was because of the airplane in his garage, my eyes were really rolling around at this point. So one Saturday morning I’m hopping in my car to go get bagels, I look across the street and No $"it there’s an airplane fuselage sitting in my neighbors front yard. From then on he and I were good friends and I never doubted his stories again. He passed somewhat unexpectedly last year and I’m not sure what happened to the airplane (he lived alone, family cleared stuff out). Anyways, totally off topic but thank you for the memories!