I lost another friend on June 1st. I befriended Dave about a month ago when he came into the shop and bought a super nice bike, the Trek 7.7FX with tons of accessories so he could get back to riding and commuting everywhere as he used to when he was younger. He told me he was a pilot and flew his own plane he built himself. I told him stories of when my dad flew me around in his private plane when I was a child and Dave invited me to fly with him some time. We exchanged numbers and kept having to postpone a day of flying due to bad weather and my busy schedule.
I hadn't heard from him in awhile and on June 1st at around 5pm I decided to give him a call and left a lengthy message about when I was free to go fly and how I hoped he was doing well and riding his bike everywhere.
I got a phone call yesterday at work that he died in a crash that same day. He was going to fly a friend that day and the friend was running late, so Dave started up the plane to get it warmed up. He took off and somehow crashed; details on the cause of the crash won't be released for about a month.
Dave was an amazing pilot, amazing friend, and incredibly sweet man. He always had a smile on his face and always made sure others were taken care of.
Here is the article concerning the accident:
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It's not so much how we die, but how we live that matters. So sorry for your loss. I'm sure he is still flying high somewhere.
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