holy ****. 84 year old Scott Crossfield died in his plane's crash. i dunno if that's the right stuff.... but MAN that's some glorious ****.

Morgans wrote:

"Margy Natalie" wrote

I don't think Scott would think kindly of calling his 210 a "lowly bug
smasher". During at least one public presentation when Scott was
asked what his favorite aircraft was he said "a Cessna 210, because
it's mine and it's paid for!" That's the Scott Crossfield I will
remember. He was a great supporter of teachers and of aviation
education and always managed to find time to come to the science fair
at the elementary school that carries his name. He came to the Arbor
Day celebrations as well. He was a good soul and will be missed.


Is there no end to the people you know? g

I don't know him well. My kids went to Crossfield Elementary, so I saw
him at science fair, Arbor Day, etc. He lived a mile or so from my
house (accross from the school!) and we usually went to see him when he
would talk at Oshkosh. He also belonged to the local EAA chapter and
would come to the parties, etc. He always spoke at NCASE (National
conference on Aviation and Space Education) and on at least one occasion
was at a planning meeting I was at. I dragged Ron into the office one
morning early when they were hanging a plane (the kids always ask how
they do that so I figured I should watch) and Scott was there with a
friend of his as the aircraft they were hanging had been restored by
another friend. We were the only 4 there not working (They can't hang
planes when visitors are in the museum)so we had time to chat. He would
chat with everyone, which is one of the things that made him special.
You didn't have to know him to start up a conversation.



Seriously, it sounds like (from what everyone that knew him has posted)
he was a special individual. He will be missed in the aviation
community, and by his friends.

Although I don't believe he would not have purposely packed it in by
flying into a storm, I can't help thinking that he would be glad to have
bought the farm, while doing what he loved, what his life was all about;
flying.

Godspeed, Scott.