Run Forrest, Run...
Aha, finally a wee bit of resprite from the insane temperatures on the horizon, so most thought,
and with a long weekend on the horizon, we hoped to get an entire weekends sloping in.
Mother nature had other ideas and threw in a Saturday that reeked of heat
at 34 degrees, and had all and sundry grounded as the frontal system hung back
and the breeze blew no more than a sparrows fart after a beans festival.
Sunday blew in a Beautiful North Wester as predicted and with the morning session
full of cold mist, the day looked set to rock.
Those who arrived early had a great session from 11 AM till about 1Pm,
and Brendan’s Vector 111 found airtime again screaming through
as if impaled on a band saw, and I willingly stooged around with the Impala,
still very impressed by the fun value to be had by this elegant flyer.
As Malcolm arrived and bang on target…. the wind dropped….
“you should have been here half an hour ago”, rang through the valley
and desperation set in as we thought the days events were over.
But a good half our later mother nature came to our aid and after taking a deep breath,
started to give a good old blow from the NWest for the rest of the afternoon.
Bill, Christo, Marc, Malcolm and myself had a fine time up on the
Chapman’s peak site with moderate lift being generated
capable of giving the Aldij’s a good run for their money, and
allowing the BEE wings to be specked out of sight above the peak.
As high and as small as we dared to go was the order for the day for the BEE’s.
Really funny to see a piece of plastic go as fast as it can, from about a high as it can,
in as vertical a dive as it can…and still take an eternity to reach your position.
Slow boat to nowhere really… Run Forrest, Run….