GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
I get to the airfield. It's -5 F.
I don't care.
I'm wearing silk long johns, cotten socks, wool socks that go all the way over my knees, lined jeans, a turtleneck, a flannel shirt, a fleece jacket, and a windbreaker over that.
I have my brand new UN Expeditionary Force "Merry Band of Pirates" hat, and ear muffs, cotton gloves under skiing gloves, and a new pair of cold weather flying boots that fit in the Cub.
I get my GoPro installed, my brand new Yaesu FTA-750L radio installed, cables hooked up. Everything is ready to go.
The heater has been on all night, the engine is nice and toasty.
I pre-flight the plane, everything looks good.
I unplug the cable and push the plane out of the hanger and out onto the ramp.
I get behind the prop to start it, and I notice an odd mark on the prop. At first I thought it was just the light looking weird.
Then I touch it. Its a groove. 1/2 inch wide, and 1/2 inch deep gouged in the wood of the prop hub.
Someone had put the wrong size cowl hold down pin in and run the engine.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!
Bad words, nasty language. I darn and heck the crap out of everybody and everything.
On the plus side: I did get to use my new radio to call and ask for them to send out the mechanic. It worked very well.
They have a prop, but it's going to take them a few days to fix it because the shop is packed full of airplanes in need of wrenching.
Tomorrow it's supposed to snow, then the temps will drop into the 2 digit - F range and the wind is supposed to be 50 MPH. Then it will snow Monday and Tuesday. Maybe by the end of next week I will, finally, get to fly again.
"Nobody know da trouble I seen.
Nobody know da sorrow."
sigh.....................