Apr 01, 2012, 10:50 PM
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Australia, QLD, Woody Point
Joined Nov 2006
3,464 Posts
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I really am pretty trashed right now. I don’t think I had more than a few minutes of actual sleep on the plane and Chris and Billy have kept me up all day. So it’s 8:16pm here; got that spaced out, overtired feeling and keen to get to bed. Reports are going to be shorter this time.
On the way to the airport, 13yo Lisa was sitting in the back of our van, pressed up against the enormous glider box, and she said something along the lines of “you’re like a professional glider flyer Dad!”. Lots of guffawing and snorting and denials from me and Janet in the front and she said “what do you have to do to be a professional??”. I replied that in some sports if you were good enough you could be paid a salary to compete in the sport, but not in RC hobbies. I told her that I was really an “anti-professional” because I’m the opposite as I spend the equivalent of a full time salary to fly the gliders.
The flight was cramped but ameliorated by the fact that I sat next to 2 gorgeous nice intelligent girls. We discussed their tragic relationship breakups and so on, and I tried to pass on some of the sage wisdom and experience that comes from reaching 51 and surviving my own crazy family. They’ll be fine now.
Getting thru customs in LA was really painfully slow. About an hour. They Xrayed the box too, but that was quick. Chris and Billy picked me up, and it was pretty much like a re-take of last year’s first episode. We had fun. Spent an hour with Spencer unpacking the planes and looking at all his lovely moulds, plugs and all sorts of stuff. Picked up my new Falcon DS gun. Then we headed off to the Thrifty car rental. Half an hour later we emerged with a monstrous behemoth of a vehicle – a full sized Ford Expedition wagon. We looked at the Traverse that I had booked, but for $220 more I could get the much huger Expedition, so I did. I started to get miserable that I had expected my booking to be the total fee, but there was no doubt that the bigger vehicle was much better for us (and has “proper” 4WD) . Then there was the $5 per day roadside assist that I coughed up for too, and by the way you have to prepay the tank of fuel … $138!!! And to rub salt in the wound, there was tax. I felt a bit hot under the collar and as the day has gone on I have suffered from depression and embarrassment about the ridiculous amount of money I’ve been throwing at this pursuit. But I guess if you’re gonna be a serious anti-professional, that’s the sacrifice you have to make.
After a fantastic lunch we got the T-Mobile sim card, and my phone refused to log into its security account. We tried everything and I am perfectly happy to own up to the fact that it was just a dumb mistake in me using the wrong username. But it took me half the arvo to work out.
We went to Fermin where the wind was seriously ballistic. There were a few guys flying, and several broken foamies as a result. Some good flyers of mouldies to. I flew the Scratcho for ages and after the landing on top, I had great difficulty carrying it back down without it getting torn from my hands. Seriously good.
Chris got his Nyx out and started to do really impressive powerful flying. He has not flown for a month or more and he let it rip. Ten minutes into it he realized that he had camber on, so he switched it off and it sped up!
I started to fret that my family might be worrying at not having heard from me so I decided to go to the motel room and fought with the wifi until I got some messages home online, then remembered the proper phone password and was able to start using the phone.
Walked back over to Fermin and did some more Scratcho flying, including nearly losing it into the water after losing massive height with a dumb thumb move – and also later having trouble when the wind shifted and died, and the lift dropped, and I just scraped her back up onto the lip. Someone’s looking after me.
I have to drive to the airport tomorrow before lunch to pick up Jarred. A bit scared about the driving but I’ve been driving a bit this arvo and it’s coming back. Then … the guys reckon it’s going to be pumping at Norco tomorrow and Chris is pushing me to head down there as soon as I get Jarred. We’ll see tomorrow. Either way I’m booked to stay here at Fermin tomorrow night too.
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