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Does it sound like this guy even though he's stayed in contact with me has no interest and is just trying to sleep with me? What is the element of the fox is fire and water? I cancelled my flying lessons and got Tony to go to a doctor about some medical aid. He was quite impressed, and told me that I could fly my models there any time. Now I am looking up dream meanings which are all displaying different meanings. I sow him two time in the last ten days, and we sow the fox two times.

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Had I slept with him early on only to have him dump me shortly after, I would have been much more damaged. Before that, I've been in love and heartbroken once before. So I went to ride my bike. She then looked at me. However, it took an awful lot of work to machine the split crankcase and to get the deck of both halves the same height.

I suppose this is one disadvantage with the idea of women dating guys older than themselves. He might be your first love, but you are probably not his, at least he does not have the same 'innocence'. So he can never really feel what you feel, not in the same way anyway.

I am terrified of never having those same feelings again. What about if the guy said he doesn't want serious relationship after dating you for a year? I should have asked him earlier. Lots of time have been wasted and I'm getting older. Is he serious about? I am a twice divorced woman of abusive relationships, single now for about 15 years. I have a good job, support myself, own a house.

I finally started dating again with the intent on finding someone I want to spend the rest of my life with and marriage. I have been dating a really great guy my age for over a year now. Although he says all the right things and mostly does all the right things, I have no idea what are his ideas for our future together.

I am in love with this man, he says he loves me, is very affectionate, considerate and thoughtful. However, I know if he never intends to marry me, over time, I will become angry and resentful, and I don't want to end up feeling that way about him or myself.

I don't want to be angry at myself for investing what little precious time I have left and angry at him for possibly wanting what I would end up seeing as a really great friendship with benefits.

Allison, you're getting as much as you're ever gonna get. Accept it like you would accept needing to get your hands dirty when you've got a flat tire on a boondocks rural road. At 58, you are not on the shelf of selections-for-marriage. If you push him away, he will get a 48, or if has great game Or he will retire at 62, go to the Philippines and marry a Are you planning to do a post on dating and distance?

I am not a believer in long distance and I wouldn't start anything up with someone who's going to leave the country shortly from bad experience. However, there are more refined situations than that. For example, I've been dating a guy a while now who might be applying to graduate school in another country 8 months from now. It's too early to make it a discussion. I have two friends whose boyfriends have moved for them. However in both cases they were living in big cities where the guy had lived before and wanted to live again - the guys also had great job opportunities there to the extent where you may ask if they really moved for the girls or themselves.

Can a woman ever expect a man to move for her? At what point can she make that suggestion? And should she ever move for a man? If so - at what point? I know that men value appearance very much, and there are always going to be better looking girls than the one he currently has. So what is it that makes some men completely devoted to their girlfriend regardless of the fact that he knows there are better looking girls?

In other words, what makes a man fall in love long term? Why does a man decide he wants to marry a certain girl over the others?

I'd be interested in learning more about this too. Some men complain about how some women are always wondering if they could do better, but I wonder if most men think the same way? As DT says "there are always going to be better looking girls than the one he currently has," and because men place so much importance on looks, then aren't they always wondering if they could find an prettier girl?

If not, what as DT asks, "makes a man fall in love long term? This is exactly what I want to know. But I don't think Andrew has the answer. If he did, he would have written posts about this. All he knows is what makes him physically attracted to a woman. But obviously this is NOT enough, otherwise he would have settled down with one of these attractive women.

There's more to it than being attractive for the love of God. I thought this website would be more than a heterosexual man trying to mimic a beauty blog, and failing miserably. Hello Andrew, Congratulations on this post. This is the single best post in your blog from my perspective. The reason I have ended up on your blog is that I am surrounded by people who are in relationships "because it just happened", while I have never been able to get committed seriously for more than a couple of weeks, because I never felt it was going anywhere.

The one time I did, I brought up the topic of marriage and met with resistance, so I was forced to drop it after a few more dates. I have been wondering whether to "just get a boyfriend for experience" for some time now just in order to "keep up with others". This post of yours tells me that irrespective of whether or not I improve my appearance or behaviour while dating, it is absolutely pointless to enter a relationship unless I'm serious about it.

This article of yours should be on the "front page" of your blog at all times. It tells the reader the Number One thing about dating, which so easily gets forgotten in the insecurities one has about oneself.

Thanks for sharing this experience of yours with us! Hi Andrew Been going through some of your articles and damn does it make sense. Gave me an insight about men which i desperately needed.

What is the deal if your a girl who can get dates easily and asked out a lot but rarely makes it past the third date? I have never been called unattractive in my life.. I have had one long-term bf and don't sleep with any of these guys.

I get asked why I don't have a bf and to be honest, I don't know why either. I can't do a lot more to improve how I look, I've done most things. How do you do that I'm in late twenties and have been infatuated 3 times in my life. My last relationship was 2 years ago now, I have found it hard to connect with anyone since.. Under a lot of pressure now to use the rest of my twenties to find a partner but I don't feel ready for it.

I'm unsure as to what to do to move past the apathy. I feel for you. I can understand where you are coming from. You are so young and have so much life ahead of you. Be kind to yourself, give yourself time. Do what it takes to figure out if there is a pattern to the men you had relationships with.

Make sure you accept yourself and come to realize you do not "need" a partner. When you are ready to date again, don't let them screen you or use you. You screen them while having fun of course.

Check them out, make sure you only continue to accept each date from a guy if he shows he's totally into you and that he treats you well. If he slacks off then stop and move on. This will save you many years. I think it's normal to be disappointed and feel disenchanted by men when you have dated a handful of them and none of them worked out.

I think this applies to everything else in life. I went through a period of time when I felt like I was indifferent toward men. My advice to women like this is to stop the self pity and get over it. The men infront of you today is different from the past men you dated. In a serious relationship. I am very private,and very sensitive,and the one who gets to know me I have been reading through your articles and I found them to be both helpful and real.

I am a college student, dating a shy guy Also, Don't really trust men. It's so risky and the heartbreak could crush me at this point in life, too many other things going on. The guy I am dating now I didn't like him so much in our fist dates, it wasn't as much fun because he was quite And sex made him more open too. I think i might be attached to him because I lost my v card to him and sex is something important to me. Is he with me because he can't get any other girls?

At the end i don't want to be with someone who is sissy. I want a man, is that something "shy guys" can transform into?

I know that I wanted love for so many years. I tried relationships but allowed them to last when I should have moved on because they changed their minds.

I was engaged too until he broke up. What I didn't realize was how much it impacted the way I see a future relationship - I can't let anyone else in anymore. It hurts too much to even think about starting anew. Too much damage to my ego. I wish I had the backbone to have walked away from all of them. I kept wanting to fix them, and hoping it would matter. My daughter says I will feel different about it. She doesn't know what it's like to get hurt so much.

She fell in love in her first real relationship - I'm happy for they got married. It's just so painful for me because I never wanted to be alone, but I can't trust a man anymore. So for all you men out there, wanting to have fun for a while - he is right.

Most women get attached to a guy after a while and then hurt when you find someone else because you already know she's not the one. Don't date her, don't waste her time and affect her sense of judgment. That's why I dont date at all. Got married virgin only to find out it was his only ticket to get into my pants so he did the whole wedding bells things and i am sitting here wondering where I missed the plot.

I still don't want to date, for obvious reasons now I am new to his and felt angry with him I was getting attached to him There are so many alpha widows here--someone should take up a collection and open a nursing home.

I need viewpoints on this: Went out with this guy for 2 months, x a week, having fun, enjoying alot of common interests. In the beginning he stated he was only interested in friendship to see where it would go. There was no kissing, hand holding, nothing. Just laughter and good conversations. The only thing I didn't like was we split everything..

While watching a PATS game he was suppose to get me some popcorn and instead came back with a small pizza for himself. I asked where my popcorn was, he smirked, and said he forgot.

He would get it after he ate. I was so hurt and angry for him being so inconsiderate I left him there and drove home. When I emailed him the next day and told him he should open his wallet more and why I left, he blasted me with a one page email of how immature, vindictive, and spoiled I am.

If I wanted the popcorn so badly why didn't I get one myself. He is no servant to women. He bought me a Christmas present from Building 19 but I probably wouldn;t appreciate it and he will give it to someone else who does. Obviously, I hurt his feelings. Should I contact him to talk about this or just let him go?

This article is very good at explaining why women in general made a big mistake by giving sex before marriage. These words are just brilliant, Sustaining emotional damage, and giving away a piece of yourself that you then can't offer to the man you do stay with'.

I have nobody, i have to get out of this abusive home. I was waken up just to be spit in my face by my older brother because he said that I didn't wash his sweater like he told me to. Today's my birthday and it's painful to wake up to this kind of abuse. I've always been told how no one will ever love me and how I will never make it anywhere in life. I'm not hideous, not slow, or anything. I just had a horrible start and need help. And I cannot come with.

They said its time for me to grow up. In which, I agree. I tried to get away, but they never helped me. And I blame myself for allowing it. I'm not blaming anyone. I just don't know how I'm going to make it. All my other family is in Texas and my parents wont allow them to help me out. I live in a small town right outside of Cleveland. I can't find a job! There isn't any near. My dad said he will drop me off where ever I need to go.

All the shelters have waiting lists and most are for domestic violence victims. I am going to look for cans, and pennies and take all I have and hop on the Greyhound to Florida. But what would I do when I land? I have license but no car! I knew him through my family and hadn't seen him in a while. After I told him a little about her, he asked me a very pointed question: I had no answer for him.

Any more time I spent with her was time I wasn't spending looking for someone I could end up with. It wasn't very long afterwards that I broke up with her. Since then I've messed around with more girls than I can count, but I have never dated a girl that I knew I couldn't marry - because ultimately that is what I want. I remember having the same mindset myself at that age.

I see it still in some of my friends. This notion isn't the exception, it is the norm. Granted, no one hopes for this outcome and we have these peripheral ideas about needing time with a person to test the relationship , but in the end of the day, serial relationships do more harm than good.

As unfair as it might seem, this phenomenon is more damaging to woman than men. Breakups are no joke. Yes, the initial thrill of a new relationship is exciting, but each time that excitement grows less and less because you grow accustomed to it.

You gradually throw away the innocence that allows for deep emotional attachment to a single partner, in exchange for a series of brief, shallower attachments that cause you to raise your defenses against something permanent. Know what you want from him, and make sure he is on the same page. If you both just want to hook up, great. This post has been expanded and rewritten as a chapter, along with other chapters that explain how to think about dating and relationships in a way that will help you attract solid, confident men.

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It seemed strange to me that after Hughes learned that I had taken a job with Douglas, they more than doubled their ante. I was really fortunate at Douglas in being assigned to the mechanical division of their research department.

The research department was staffed with the head of the Physics Department, head of the Electrical Department, head of the Hydraulic Department, head of the Sound and Vibration Department, etc. Each of these people were specialists and technically oriented. However, whatever tests they wanted, it fell to the Mechanical Department to design and build whatever test equipment it took.

During the two years at Douglas I worked on several very interesting projects. At first I was assigned just small projects of designing and fitting, making some alterations in some equipment, or something like that. After a couple of months they started feeling confident of my capabilities, and I had some good sized projects assigned to me. One of the most interesting projects was a telemetering data reading.

The Nike Missile was just being developed at that time. When the test shots were made, the various information pickups in the missile were telemetered back to the ground and recorded on some high speed film as just a long string of graphs.

Of course, on any section of film you looked at, the lines would all look the same length. This information had to be condensed. They put a group of women to work reading the lines to make the graph, which was very time consuming. This was not acceptable since they had another shot planned the next day.

They wanted to know what changes should be made, if any. I was coupled up with an optics man and an electronics man, and I was to somehow provide the plotting mechanism. The optics man developed the reader. The electronics man provided the amplified switching systems, and I was able to take a recording and modify it so it would produce a readable graph on any channel or channels they might select.

The result was the army was very happy to get the reader, and as far as I know, that one reader served the whole series of experiments until more advanced methods of transferring information were developed. Besides, we need a building. We need space on the inside of a building shielded from the sun and rain where we can spread out the equipment to see what happens when an appliance shorts or a defect occurs.

I asked about the high speed drive bit. It appeared that the generators had to be turned up as high as 8, RPM. This was way above the speed of a gasoline, diesel, or electric motor.

At any rate, I thought about it for a little while, and told him that I thought I could come up with something. I went on about my business, and a day or two later my own leadman came to me and said that I had evidently been talking to the electrical people.

I now had authorization to plan, design, and build this generator test stand. It was pointed out to me that there was a sheet iron building on the lower end of the hill. This building has been used for storage, and would be available. That would be acceptable, and that would get us the building for free. All that would remain would be to build the benches on the inside and provide a way of turning the four large generators at the required speed. I made some phone calls and some trips around Los Angeles, and was able to but four new Chrysler industrial pump engines.

These were already mounted up on a base with a radiator and the whole nine yards. While working at Douglas, I also planned and supervised some huge coils used to shake an airplane, some air explosion protective devices, and I helped in a small way on some high altitude fuel vapor lock studies and some cold chamber studies. What he said was that in the whole history of Douglas Aircraft, the generator test stand was the first project of this nature to ever come out ahead of schedule and under budget.

I guess you can imagine that made me some points. I had bought myself a Sears and Roebuck lathe, a little Bench-master mill, and a Walker-Turner drill press. After I got home at night, I was building experimental motors. In the two years I was at Douglas, I probably built twenty or twenty-five hand made motors, each one different, exploring different porting configurations, different bore stroke ratios, etc. In the fall of , Douglas had a big layoff. I suppose they had caught up with the DC-6 orders.

It was suggested to me that if I could find a job elsewhere, I had best do so. It appeared unlikely that Douglas was going to get any substantial orders soon, and if they did not, I would probably have to go.

I was not too disappointed. I had built my. Very little was happening down at Slate in regard to the. So, I started building stunt. The first two were actually sand cast from wood patterns, but the cost of the castings in this manner was prohibitive. I knew that I had to get lower cost castings. One company offered to make a permanent mold and run it for 35 cents a set. They did make the mold, but when I tried to get production, I found that the shop proprietor had a good job offer from a big company, and he just shut his shop down.

I had a mold, but nobody to run it. All over Los Angeles I went, and after a lot of time and worry, I did find someone who would run the mold. We produced castings off of that mold for over two years. In , after I had split from Douglas, I decided to try to make a living off of the stunt.

Dale Arnold ran a nearby shop, and I had him make crankshafts and cylinder blanks. The porting and the rest of the work I planned to do myself. I sold the first fifty motors in January, , and the word started coming back that they ran very well, but the crankshafts started breaking. The crankshafts were breaking across the throw between the crank pin and the main.

I was down to my last dollar and the motors were breaking up. There was nothing to do but go back to remaking the crankshafts. I made the web a little thicker and changed form to steel.

I have a shop with some equipment, and you have a product it looks like people will buy. Dale was a good machinist and production minded, and I learned a lot from him rather quickly. By the summer of , our motors did very well in the Nationals, and we had orders lined up and waiting.

Sales continued to grow. I hired first one man, and then another. I thought things were going pretty well. However, there was one fly in the ointment and kept getting worse. If I took an equal amount to Dale, the company would not have survived. Obviously, this sort of thing could not continue. The last straw came when I was trying to arrange financing to buy a new lathe. The banker informed me that not only would I have to sign the mortgage papers, but so would Dale and his wife.

We went down to sign the papers. I told the banker that we had a problem, excused myself, and went outside. We went back to the shop. Perhaps that would be the solution to his marriage problems. I will be forever grateful to Dale for letting me off the hook so modestly. I will also be forever grateful to my parents, because they offered to mortgage their house so I could come up with the money to pay Dale off. The orders continued to come in, and the need to hire more people continued.

After I paid Dale Arnold off, he got a job with one of the larger companies in the area. That left me without a tool maker, setup man, or foreman. By this time I felt that I had learned enough that I could do just about any of the work to be done. However, I really did need help. I remember how ingenious Tony Naccarato was. He was a regular down at the Rosecrans Flying Field, and he seemed to have a bent for experimenting in the same way that I did.

I went to see him and found that he was unemployed at the time except for making a few model things in his garage. His wrench business was not doing very well, and he was looking around for something to bite into.

At any rate, I hired him. Everything went well for a while. The business was making enough money that I could afford a new car, and I got a big, red, Lincoln Convertible. A salesman from Ranger Diecast came around trying to drum up business. He made me a proposal to replace the permanent mold castings that we were using with die castings. This offer came at just the right time. That old permanent mold had made a lot of castings, and it was getting pretty tired.

Anyway, I gave him the go ahead, and before too long Fox. At the same time we switched from the four screw head to the six screw head.

Otherwise, the parts remained the same. In an effort to try to get the parts coming better and requiring less hand fitting, I had bought an old centerless grinder, and later, a pull broach. We used the pull broach to broach the bearings and to broach the cylinder bores, preparing for honing. The pull broach on the cylinders worked so much better than trying to ream or bore them, that when I started thinking about a. This was the primary reason for the unusual design of the first split case.

About this time my G. This had been an ambition of mine since childhood. Two days before my first lesson, Tony, my foreman, complained that his leg really did hurt him. I had him pull up his pants leg and it was the worst looking leg that I had ever seen.

Black and blue from the knee down, it looked like gangrene was about to set in. I cancelled my flying lessons and got Tony to go to a doctor about some medical aid. It seems that he had broken his leg in an airplane crash years before, and it evidently healed, but not properly, and was very weakened. When he stepped down too hard, the bones crushed. Here he was trying to walk around on a leg with bones broken in several pieces. Anyway, Tony was out for almost two months, and that was the end of the G.

It was obvious that I was going to have to do something very quickly. We started a crash program to replace the crankcase with one of conventional design. As soon as the conventional crankcases started coming through, I sent out the word for a recall. Lordy, they sure did start coming back!

For a while, it looked like somebody else was making them, because it seemed like we got back a whole lot more than we sold. Actually, I would imagine that there are less than forty or fifty of these split case. It was not really a big deal to pull the guts from the split case and put them in the new case and re-sell them. Very few of them had reached the consumers. They just came back from the dealers off of their shelves.

It was never very clear to me why our Fox. We tried every way that I knew to sort it out and find the magic formula. If we could have made them all like this, I am sure that we would have sold four or five times as many. I cannot put a finger on any reason why most of our. I do know that I ran that motor a whole lot, replacing pieces one by one. No single piece seemed to count for the performance, but just the fact that every piece in it seemed to be just a little bit better than others apparently identical.

Well, business went on and it smoothed out. I was finally making more money than I would have if I had stayed in aircraft engineering. Of course, most of it went back into the shop, more equipment, more inventory, and building the business. I had finally achieved a degree of independence and financial success. I was still single, and living with my parents, who were by now retired and becoming quite aged.

For the first time I really felt that I could spend time and money looking for a wife. During the next couple of years I did start dating. When you are thirty years old and have lost contact with all of your childhood friends, how do you find eligible females?

Well after finding a couple of ways not to, I decided that I was going to tell every friend that I had that I was looking, and now on the eligibility list. I can assure you that when you promise all of your friends if they arrange a date for you, that you will show the girl a good time, there will be no wanting for dates.

He fixed me up with a date with a young lady who is now my wife of 37 years. After the first few evenings, I started looking to find where the flaw was. I could find no flaws, and she looked as good as ever. Very shortly afterwards we were married, and then the business became a team effort. We were only back from our honeymoon for a couple of weeks when she announced that she wanted to come down and acquaint herself with the business. She had been a bookkeeper at a previous place of employment.

All of my bookkeeping had been done by a bookkeeping service a couple of doors away. Her contributions to the business over the next 37 years were many, and she helped keep the business together during a lot of bad times to come. About the fourth or fifth time you came in for your G. Duke, of all the thousands of G. In , we had expanded the building as much as the lot would allow.

I had bought a G. I had a lot of problems with the city of Los Angeles inspectors. I painted it aluminum to match the rest of the corrugated aluminum, and he came back and said it had to be white. It is supposed to be a dull white, not a glossy white. They also made me replace a perfectly good 1, P. At any rate, in I had these problems.

It ran noticeably stronger than our stunt. It seemed like the pipeline got filled all of a sudden. I cut out all the overtime and invited anybody that wanted to do so to go job hunting. It looked like the gravy train was over, and I started to evaluate how best to survive.

At that time the mail was the only way to get things delivered, and it took parcel post over a week to get from Los Angeles to the East coast. I figured that if I could move somewhere in the middle of the country and get away from the inspectors that were giving me so much trouble, and get away from living so close to my parents and sisters, and at the same time get into a lower overhead situation, that was the thing to do. Also I was really getting tired of living in the high density Los Angels area, waking up to the noise of the highways, and going to sleep to the noise of the highways.

I took a map and drew a circle in the middle South area. We sent out about one hundred letters to chambers of commerce along with a questionnaire. We received about forty answers. I did select Fort Smith, Arkansas as the best place to move.

I went about the business of getting the incomplete parts completed and in saleable form. I then loaded everything on three semi-trailers and sent it to Fort smith. I arranged for the sale of the shop property and of our home and away we came, driving our vehicles across the country. I came first, driving my Muntz sports car, to meet the trucks and supervise unloading in our rented quarters. My wife came a few days later, along with my stepson, who was then about ten years old.

Fort Smith was a depressed town then, and we were wanted badly. We gradually settled in, and I kept filling orders through the stock of finished motors that we had built up before we moved. I had the business of finding new sources of material and supplies. The union problems came to haunt us in the form of a runaway shop charge. This was finally solved through a lot of negotiation and paying some fines and back pay penalties.

In about a year I got things well enough under control that I felt I could start another motor project. This time I wanted the prestige of a winning speed motor, and the Fox.

The Fox 29R was moderately successful and managed to win both B speed and Proto speed in the Nationals I believe this was the correct year. About this time combat model flying started to become a recognized event. It was obvious to me that if I wanted to retain any part of this market, I had to come up with a better motor than our stunt.

The motor that we settled on was a production version of a hand built motor that I had built back in The hand built motor was made primarily to explore the idea of making a fuel pump in the crankshaft.

The fuel pump idea never did work, but the motor itself ran quite strong. I made up production drawings and had tools made to make what became our X series of motors. In retrospect, I feel that I made a mistake in not putting the extra effort into making curved baffles for all the pistons, but this was a little more expensive than cutting a straight baffle.

On the production motor I went to a straight baffle for economy sake. All of the nice, docile handling characteristics of my prototype went down the drain. The straight baffle version was just plain cranky. I made and sold a few hundred of these, but I could see that this was never going to become popular unless I did something about the crankiness.

I did experiment and came up with a higher, different shaped straight baffle that became the black head combat. However, this motor did sell and became the first of a long series through about or , when the series was discontinued.

Sometimes you do things right. In , a real estate agent sold me an eight acre plot of ground on the South side of town.

It was available for under 10, It looked good to me, and I bought it. After a little while, the pressure was on us to move out of the rented building, so we started to build the building we are now in. It was quite a bit bigger than I had originally figured, but bankers are funny.

I was unable to borrow enough money to build a 20, sq. I made up my drawings, took them down and got the permit, and went about having the local people put up the structure. This was a familiar structure to me because that is the way the wood airplanes that I had worked on were designed. The building was about one half up when trouble same. He just depended on feedback from the local architects as to what was a stable building. Finally, I loaded a beam from the floor to show him that it would carry the 15, pound distributed load the code called for.

What I found interesting was that the deflection was almost exactly what I had calculated. It must have been okay, because the building is still standing, although it is leaking like a sieve. I guess I am going to have to put a new roof on it soon, although thirty three years is not too bad for a sheet iron roof in this climate.

Now, with a lot of room available, I started laying out the shop in a little more sensible arrangement. The automatics went into one corner of the building and were arranged so we could run a fork lift up and down the aisle. Second operation equipment was lined up so that, hopefully, the parts would go down an aisle from machine to machine. Shipping was placed right next to our office, and we went about the business of taking care of our orders in the best possible manner.

In , for my birthday, I felt I had enough security that I could afford to buy an airplane and learn to fly it. When I told my wife that that was what I was going to do for my birthday, we just about had a divorce. I told her not to get too excited because I was going to do this.

This had been my goal through all the years for all of this work. After sulking a bit, she announced that if I was going to kill myself, she would come and die with me. We went out and got our student licenses and started studying in ground school and started taking a few flight lessons. When we took the written test, my wife got a 74 score, and I got a I figured that she ought to be doing great. In due time we both soloed, and this seemed to satisfy her. We bought a Cessna that had been used for two or three years, with about three hundred hours on it.

I started shopping for a faster airplane with more range. I found a Bonanza modestly priced that had about five hundred hours on it. I bought that and flew it for the next ten years. Anyway, I am getting ahead of my story. In , the Berkley Company was in deep financial trouble, In an effort to save something out of an impending bankruptcy, Bill Effinger persuaded me to buy the company out of Chapter 11 bankruptcy.

In this situation, the buyer puts money into the kitty and it pays off the creditors a certain portion of their indebtedness. I guess I never will know who got the money, but I did get the company.

All of the Berkley inventory was loaded up and shipped to Fort Smith, and installed in a nearby building that I had built. I put Bill Effinger on salary to run the business. Bill and I got along quite well, and I think that the thing might have worked had I just put it in storage for a couple of years and then gradually picked it up.

But I was persuaded that continuity was important, and I found that the wholesalers were so overloaded with Berkley kits that it would be years before the kits were sold and they would be in a position to buy more. Effinger found himself another job, and I went about gradually liquidating the kit business which took several years. For this reason, the imported motors were not considered to be serious competition to the domestic manufacturers.

Boy, that Kennedy Tariff Reduction changed all of that! Importers blossomed on every street corner. While most of them were not as advanced technically as our motors, they did have a major price advantage.

Shortly, every market niche that I could find quickly had a copy, and on many of these copies they corrected our mistakes and had done a little better. In , business had dwindled to virtually nothing. One day I took my assembly lead man aside and told him that it was going to be up to him to run the model engine business the best he could because I had to go out and find a way to earn a living.

I started running around the country trying to hustle job shop business. I got a job from International Harvester, in Memphis, plus two or three local jobs. He invited me to his home in Atlanta, where we could become acquainted and talk over the way he operated his business and the way I operated my business. It looked like we had a real good match. In a year he had filled my shop with work, and we continued to grind out military parts for about five years.

These were the Vietnam years, if you remember, and the government was buying ammunition and parts like mad, and the pay was really pretty good. The major unpleasant part was that I had to deal with some real bastards.

We did very well in this kind of business, and because of my engineering background, I was able to understand the traps in the military prints, and designed in process gauging that would ensure that when the parts came off the end of the line, they would pass inspection.

Also, when you have a part from the military, you are talking about quite a bit of money. The result was that when the Vietnam war started to wind down, I had quite a bit of newly acquired machinery and plenty of cash, and several very capable production people. There was enough money that I felt it was expedient to try to protect some of it, which I did by trading off my Bonanza for a Baron.

When the military work evaporated, my attention turned back to model airplanes. It appeared that radio control had matured enough that we should consider a new family of motors. A few new schnuerle motors began to appear in the model market. I did not feel that I had a good enough handle on this new porting to design and tool new motors, and I did not have enough time to really become comfortable with it.

Consequently, I designed the Eagle I, the Fox. These motors used the conventional single bypass design. The Eagle I was a pretty good market success, and over the next few years we sold about 35, of these. About this time in my life I began getting tired quickly. I can remember waking up in bed one morning and telling my wife that if this is what it was like to get old, I am not sure that I wanted to.

However, as it turned out, a flight physical picked up my diabetes. However, it was a lost cause. So, I started on the insulin and sold the airplane. The day I sold the airplane it was like a funeral around the house, as you can well imagine. It turned out that not only did I have diabetes, but I was beginning to have rather serious heart pains. Shortly afterward, I went to the hospital for a heart bypass operation then, it was a relatively new surgery.

After the heart bypass operation and with a reasonable amount of insulin, I felt great again. So, I got back to the business of trying to build better model airplane motors.

In an effort to buy into schnuerle porting technology quickly, so to speak, I had bought the assets of the Roselle and Fry venture. I had thought that Jack Fry wanted to be in the model engine business so bad that he would put forth the effort to make it work.

I financed a small shop where he could pursue his RAF motor. Unfortunately, he just wanted to play, and I could see nothing forthcoming. I called the shop every day in mid morning and mid afternoon for two consecutive weeks, and never once got an answer.

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