Cape of contrasts
Hoping to run the SAMAA bronze, silver, gold and
possibly Diamond grades for the club on Saturday, we called the guys to
Chappies for what was expected to be a good day on the slope with
an advancing frontal system due on Sunday with snot
and trane promised in a howling gale.
Alas, part two was right and part one was horribly off beat.
Hot and windless conditions greeted the lads even though Windfinder
suggested a nice cool push towards evening, it just never really happened.
On the bright side we had some really good fun hunting down thermals
that were booming away like crazy all over the slope and spent hours alternating between
awesome thermals and the inevitable sink… and boy did we sink,
all at once and all over the place at certain times.
Notable achievments for the day were as follows:
Part1:A very pretty little thermal chucky runnning out of battery power
due to the tiny size of said battery,
plummeting out the sky in a death spiral with panicked pilots all round,
piling into the hill with some intent and coming out of the affair
with nary a scratch in sight… lucky glider and even luckier glider pilot.
Part 2: Had to be the reversed elevons on the BEE wing that
had the poor glider going into death spirals every time it left the safety of terra firma.
The hapless pilot corrected in the wrong direction and added to the the
ever tightening spiral of over correction and pilot frustration at the supposed
lack of willingness of the glider to perform in any respectable manner.
Once the reversed situation was discovered, corrected, the BEE naturally flew in the most
beautiful manner, as a brand new BEE is supposed to do.
Unfortunately it is one of those things that can, and probably will, happen
to all of us along the line, but in this case it was luckily with a very resilient BEE wing.
Part 3: Had to be the advent of a really limp wristed girly launch, vertical heave to vertical dive,
of a 3.2m thermal ship, dooming the poor pilot to a death struggle in the light to non existent lift
and in the end a red faced long distance fetch from the bowls of the bowl.
Note: launch straight out with intent, do not try to overdo it,
and avoid the limp wrist at all costs, after all this is not San Francisco.
Note: No names mentioned here to protect the innocent,
but thanks guys for making the day a somewhat exciting, entertaining
and interesting affair!
Sunday did what it was supposed to do, and the rain moved in backed by some howling
North Westerlies while the guys surfed Dungeons at the 40 foot mark.
A few Tosser’s ventured out at the first time of the rain lifting and were rewarded with
a good 2 hour session in feezing but dynamic lift before getting chased of the hill
by a good lashing of North West driven pelting rain.
Darn, lets do it again next weekend, why not!