Years ago I wrecked a plane in a remote area. (California remote, not Alaska remote)
My insurance provider contacted a regional guy to recover the wreck.
We all met at a pre determined staging spot - helicopter, myself and salvage guy.
The salvage guy showed up alone, and pushing 350 lbs looked like a walking heart attack in the 80° heat of the morning.
I kindly offered to take his place on the heli to fly out and prep and rig the plane for transport. In hindsight, the plane was definitely totaled but I held on to some glimmer of hope that I’d fly her again.
With that mindset, I went to work delicately rigging lifting hardware, making ever-so-small slits in the fabric where needed to brace wings etc..
Was feeling pretty proud of my handy work as the heli took up the full weight of the plane, watching it fly perfectly level (though inverted) off to an unknown future.
The heli returned to bring me back to the staging area. Upon return, I was absolutely shocked and disgusted to see the salvage guy in the process of removing the wings - with a sawzall!
Sensing my rather upset state, he looked at me and said “it’s not your plane anymore”. And he was right, though I don’t think he was doing any favors to the insurance company by further destroying what little auction value the plane may have held.
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