With the change in weather in place we once again
we had a delightful North Wester push through on Saturday
and a wonderful afternoons sloping took place up at Chapman’s Peak.
At one stage the cool lift just hit perfection and hinted at the winter
days that will be spent at this awesome site.
A good few lads headed up and between Brendan and the Vector 111
Christo and the Aldij, Rob and Andrew and their collection, Mally and myself with the Impalas
and his Aldij, and Schalk with the warbirds, we had a blast.
The Aldij was coming through something terrible
and just lit up the sky with some serious high speed passes,
from heights we call “Guatemala” because Mally can fly so
bleeding high he could be half way there!
But Sunday was even more of a treat with one of the best Kommetjie days for a very long time.
Cool South Westers caressed the slope and with white horses charging across the sea,
the lift was dynamic and smooth, although landing proved to be a
real challenge as nothing on earth was going to slow down those gliders on that day.
They simply refused to be halted and a few landings were somewhat quicker
than one would have liked, but even a burn to the bottom of the slope
did nary a thing to halt the energy these babies were carrying.
And then enter “Osama”, an 11 year old peach skinned lad, accompanied by Dad Niel,
who had gleaned the name “Osama” the previous day at Chappies, when somewhat
heated adult discussions over SAMAA and there role in slope soaring,
had this tiny voice enquire who the hell this “osama” person was
that we were talking about…
Once the fits of laughter had subsided, the name had stuck!
This being their first real ady on the slope we all spent a wee bit of time
setting up their newly aquired BEE wing and it was time for Osama’s first lesson.
Now I have had the honour of assisting a few people to learn to slope soar
and thinking that this would take some time I got ready for a good long session.
Not to be it appears. Starting with this tiny individual standing in front of me
between my arms, we went from hands on hand on sticks…
to hands on elbows with gentle taps for directional changes…
to hands off, your on your own mate…
all in less than a mind boggling 45 minutes!
Now you can say what you want, but the PlayStation Generation are just simply unbelievable!
Remembering how many times I had to walk, stumble and bumble
my way around the sky in my own 3 week learning process,
it was just simply brilliant to see the new generation pick up a transmitter,
sans any knowledge and cane the sky into submission in the flash of an eye.
So here’s the question….
How do we ensure these new generation kids become
part of the future and take those skills to the next level,
stay within the hobby and become truly great at it?
That’s the real challenge.