Day 2: after landing in Syracuse at 0900 and picking up my copilot we drove up to Fulton via Walmart for some supplies (freeze-dried ice-cream sandwiches too). Upon arrival at the airport I finally set eyes on her.


The previous owner and the CFI were both waiting.
After introductions were made preflight commenced. A few issues were discovered and, after a fashion, dealt with. One of which was that every time I opened the freshly minted left engine cowl it reverted to its formerly flat shape with blinding speed thus whacking me in the face or knuckle (only injury of the trip) also the radio would receive but not transmit, enter the handheld.
The Instructor and I hit the pattern and for hours worked on breaking in the newly replaced bungees. Once we were both satisfied, we headed back to the barn and parted ways. In the meantime the previous owner had rustled up a length of cable in order to hook the handheld to the a/c antenna, but we lacked an adaptor. The rental car needed returned 12 miles away and given the time of day and mounting number of issues we'd had, the decision was made to throttle back and leave the next day. After finding an adaptor and eating some dinner in town we stopped for a few groceries. Figuring it'd be just my luck for some scumbag to break in to our car, I hid the borrowed radio in the console. We found the rental place and while waiting for a cab I cleaned the trash out of the car and even double checked the trunk to ensure nothing left behind.
The cabbie dropped us off and we walked to the hangar where copilot worked on some IFR course homework and I crawled under the panel to find the cable and hook up our...........son of a.....
Well I spent a while cleaning windows, finding where to secure our cargo and generally fiddling before we finally put down our sleeping pads and crawled in sleeping bags for some rest amid the massive T-storm that had rolled in.
Day 3
The car rental place opens at 8 and the airport has no crew car so I called a cab. He said It'd be an hour

the gal in the airport office overheard and offered to have one of the other airpot employees take me into town for my radio. I very gratefully accepted. A short while later I had my radio back, airplane preflighted, weather checked and we're ready to rock.


*flipped pic*
We climbed up to 2500 and headed SW quickly discovering that although the wind was less, it was rougher than a three legged mule with a drinking problem.

To add to the fun, our handheld which transmitted and received beautifully was rendered virtually useless due to cabin noise. This was remedied an hour later when I discovered that my iPhone earbuds, when plugged into the radio and inserted into my headset ear cups functioned flawlessly. We have a radio!!! This was the biggest sense of relief on the whole trip. Amazing how naked it feels being essentially NORDO.
At 4500 the air was slightly better but only slightly. As a bonus we now had 22kt of wind in the face. Factor in the climb prop and draggy tires and you have 76kt over the ground. Yippee. The mule kept buckin' as we kept truckin' and it got so bumpy that my copilot, a seasoned flyer had to use one of the gallon freezer bags (thanks somebody for that idea). We got within radio range of Franklin and tuned up the weather. 22G26 variable gasp! Ok time to divert. Meadville was reporting from 9 to 11 a couple degrees off runway heading with occasional gusts of higher. This is doable. I pulled on a notch of flaps and got us on the ground. At this point our adventure took an unexpected turn and we discovered some mechanical difficulties. We sadly parked our chariot next to the local A&P's hangar. Depending on the prognosis we may need to ship her home.
The adventure's not over, we're making the best of things, Its just going very differently than planned.
I guess thats what makes it an adventure

I'm deeply grateful for you following along with us as well as all the well wishes, recommendations and offers of help.
SD & CP