Of Grip Screws, Threaded Pin Holes and Grips....

[Patrick]

G.T. The old German gentleman who taught me to cover rag aircraft used to put his head in the drum and breathe in the fumes every morning before work. I suppose he lost quite a few brain cells every time. When the sun had heated up the workshop, the fumes got so bad that you couldn�´t see the opposite wall. I even collapsed once and had to be carted out into the fresh air. I�´ve been told that workers at Piper quite often became addicted. Patrick