So much for Plan "B"

In my previous post I wrote about my beautiful wife's observation that all of my flight endeavors seem to resort to some sort of Plan B. Well, now I can now say that sometimes, even Plan B doesn't work.

I'm still trying to figure out what sort of sign God is trying to send me, but in the meantime, here are the details: I was exchanging emails with our local DE to schedule a time in the next week for my commercial checkride. We had exchanged schedules, and then I received a final email from him, that I expected would have a date. Instead it went something like "Which plane were you using for the checkride. I hope it wasn't the Arrow. The gear collapsed during landing yesterday..."

What in the world? First and foremost, let me express my sincere hope that the occupants are okay. Secondly let me express this sentiment: WTF? Of course I was going to use the Arrow, it's the only complex aircraft in Central VA!!!! This is the kind of luck I've had with this process. I'm speechless, though my wife assures me that I should not be surprised. I haven't called the FBO to get the full story yet and see if everyone is unharmed, and if the Arrow is ever going to recover, but in the meantime I'm trying to get His ear and figure out exactly what it is He wants me to do here.

Now, I just need to figure out what Plan C looks like. Anybody out there got an Arrow? Crikey...