Saturday
It was one of those days that was blowing up every hill in town. So rather than heading out for a fly, most pilots stayed at home clicking the wind talker hoping it would tell them which hill to drive up. It didn’t so they stayed at home.
Be decisive on days like this. Make a decision and stick to it. If it does not work out learn from it. It is positive either way.
On this note, Dave heads to the lake. Pete, Deb and I head out to Pig.
Dave is banking on the wind staying as strong as it is in the morning. The early moderate SE breeze seems promising for the lake.
Pete and I are backing it to die off during the day given that a few indicators at altitude (Mt Ginini and Thredbo top station) are not reflecting the winds on the ground.
Pete is out for his first flight for a while and true to form he has once again been tinkering in the garage over winter. He is now sporting a new instrument pod and an external vario speaker fitted to the basebar directly under his chin. Very nice fibre glassing on each of these additions.
Wind was perfect on launch so we stuff set up and run off the East launch. We both climb out to 1800ft above launch before heading north. Given that there was lift everywhere on Pig, we head off on glide low expecting ‘up bits’ on the way. Nothing. 6km later we are both on the deck up the road.
A nice flight if not long. Pete is happy to be in the air again. Deb picks us up and short time later and we make it back for the hockey grand final that afternoon. A fun day.
Dave’s day can best be summed up in his own words:
“There was a young guy named Dave May,
who went to the lake for a play.
Not real smart, there’s more wind in a fart.
Can’t even launch this frick’n dart”
