I would also like to express my thanks to everyone on this site for being such classy people. In case any of you don't know, Bill is my father.
About a half an hour after the accident I got a call from him. He couldn't talk long, and wasn't able to tell me the details of exactly what happened or how, he just told me that he had been in an accident on the ground with the hurricane, both planes were damaged pretty badly, but most importantly, no one was hurt. I wasn't able to get in touch with him for a couple days after that, probably because he was busy with taking care of things and getting back home (but also because he's too darn stubborn to get a cell phone

).
Dad, I know you had more important things to do besides reassure me, but I was in suspense wondering just how bad things were, and my mind was jumping to all sorts of conclusions about worst case scenarios and thinking some really horrible thoughts. I read all the posts about it on here, and was very pleased that no one pointed fingers or played guessing games as to who was at fault. It quite honestly would have been torture for me to read such comments with the kinds of thoughts I was already having. You have all been so supportive, respectful, and just downright classy.
I thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
This whole thing has just been so sad for me. I love all warbirds, but spits and hurricanes both have a special place in my heart, even apart from the fact that there are so few around any more. I've never told Ray this, but ever since I was old enough to understand what he does I've felt a lot of gratitude for the top notch expert work he consistently does on my father's plane. I know that even though he didn't own either of these planes, they are both his babies, and it must have been incredibly hard for him to see this happen to both of them. It also just seems so sad that not only the did the day before the accident mark the 25th anniversary of my dad buying the spit, but that this was also the hurricane's very first airshow.
I've always known I was incredible lucky to grow up flying the perfect lady, but now that I'm realizing those days might be over, I appreciate the time I've had with her even more. I always thought I would be flying her once my dad wasn't able to any more (which is hopefully a long time off), and I still hope I can carry on that legacy.
These things have a tendency to either drive people away from each other, or bring them closer together. I'm so close that it's been the latter and not the former. You people are all class acts.