When I got my first RC plane, I used to fly it in a football field right outside Elmendorf’s Boniface gate.  A little more than 100 yards from where I would stand while flying it, just beyond a line of trees, was the Glenn Highway, and if I had ever lost control of the plane, it was easily within gliding distance of that busy thoroughfare.

On several occasions, despite the fact that they were only about four inches wide and I had the whole field to myself (unless I was dogfighting with a buddy who was also learning to fly RC), I managed to find the goalposts with the plane and necessitate a trip back to the local hobby shop (in case you were wondering what LHS stood for) for a new wing or other parts.  As such, I included it in the strip as a bit of a tribute to a worthy – if stationary – adversary.

This isn’t over.  Far from it, actually.

-Farva