I didn’t know David F. McCord. The man I knew was Grampa Dave. Grampa Dave was a lover of life. He didn’t want to do anything except flying, sharing and living to the fullest. He didn’t care much for material comfort: a trailer, some music, a bottle of whisky and some friends to share it with were enough for him. I knew him only for two summers, but now I’m heartbroken. And we all are. That’s how much of a character he was. No matter how little we knew him, we all felt something special for him. Now he’s flown to meet the great MF in the sky, and we have to share all the things we knew about him together, to keep his spirit alive in our hearts. Get high or die flyin’.
One fucking legend