Packed the plane for a spur-of the-moment trip to the beach, got the Flight Director aboard, buckled in, ran the pre-start checklist just fine until "Engage starter." Click. Click. Oh, no. The FD already has sweat running down her back from the hangar / cockpit temps in the bright morning sunshine. Sent her back up to the house while I decowled and poked around. Here's what was hanging loose from the B+ nut on the B&C starter; the other end snapped off at the ring terminal when I tried to reconnect the Fast-on terminal:
Made a replacement and got the flight underway. I'm happy with the oil temps now that I've removed the air door from the oil cooler butterfly mechanism - it was always creeping partly closed and wouldn't stay full-open for me. Might miss it in cold temps but I doubt it. CHT's a little high on 2 and 6 (about 405 in climb) , but I have a plan to block off part of #4'a airflow from above to help equalize. I'm still playing with the adjustable oil pressure bypass valve, one screw turn at a time. Pressures vary quite a bit with 100F vs 220F 20W-50 oil. Would like to see this a smidge higher in cruise.

We enjoyed the flight, except for the part where a Southwest Airlines jet appeared on the traffic display a few miles astern and a few hundred feet above us. I watched him descend slowly and overtake us rapidly, on what looked for all the world like an overtake collision course. Made a broad right 360 when he was about a mile off my tail and got a visual on him. Madam Flight Director did not understand my concern, since he obviously was ADS-B equipped and in VMC. I explained that one cannot assume that equipment aboard either plane is working all the time - Ads-B out, in, tail strobe, Mk-I eyeballs can all fail anytime for various reasons. For some unknown reason the controller was vectoring him to a near-perfect intercept. No thank you. No wake encounters or worse for me today.

We're enjoying our quick getaway. The Atlantic hurricane is churning up the waters and the surf is pounding in a stiff offshore breeze. Our special thanks to Mike, the owner of NR32, who responded to my day-before inquiry about how visitors at Holly Ridge manage to pick up rental cars by offering the use of his Jeep to complete strangers. What a guy! Grass strip owners and aircraft home-builders have uncommonly common ground, but this is beyond anything I had expected.
Holly Ridge almost claimed the life of a friend a few years back when he snagged the wheels of his Bearhawk in the power transmission lines that cross runway 14, unaware of the displaced threshold. The lines have now been marked with orange balls. Wonderfully flat and long grass strip - I'm jealous.