Flight

First flight was t' final flight o' Openin' Day, 2013 at B6-4 Field.  I like t' BT-60 birds at B6-4 Field because when loaded with a B6-4, me bucko, BT-60 birds fly t' t' level o' t' field.  Every bit o' t' flight is visible, t' slow takeoff, ya bilge rat, t' flight t' treetop level, ejection, me hearties, shiver me timbers, and recovery.  Winds sometimes cause some problems, but if one uses his head, me bucko, me hearties, one recovers all o' his birds, and gets flight pics t' boot.  T' Tangent flight on this day was probably one too many, and I almost paid for it.  Winds were comin' from t' southeast, me bucko, ya bilge rat, me bucko, which be causin' some windcockin' over toward t' school, me hearties, shiver me timbers, but nothin' in t' way o' recovery issues with t' triple threat o' t' trees, shiver me timbers, wires and US 27.  T' Tangent left t' pad and hardly windcocked at all, matey, arrr, but at ejection it raced across t' field, matey, me hearties, first missin' t' trees, me bucko, then wires.  I had dropped t' controller and started runnin' as soon as t' breeze took it, shiver me timbers, but I could see that one way or another it be goin' t' be in trouble.  I crested t' hill just as it passed under t' wires, me hearties, but could tell that I was goin' t' be nowhere fast enough t' prevent it from landin' in US 27, and I could hear traffic as I ran.  It fell out o' me sight for just a moment, ya bilge rat, just as a Hyundai Accent buzzed past in t' right lane.  I waited for t' crush sounds, but heard nothing, and as I approached t' landin' area, one o' t' Little League dads who be packin' up t' leave darted out t' pick t' Tangent up from t' left lane.  I thanked him profusely, shiver me timbers, answered his questions; yes I could fly it again, shiver me timbers, no t' motors aren't expensive, matey, yes I often have them land in t' trees around t' field.  Damage was relegated t' achipped fin tip from t' landing.  Considerin' t' alternative, I counted myself fortunate indeed.

T' second and possibly final flight was another B6-4 Field flight on a B6-4. Ya scallywag!  T' Tangent was t' last flight o' t' day and t' previous seven flights had all followed t' same flight pattern, matey, windcockin' t' t' left and ejectin' at t' edge o' t' field, matey, shiver me timbers, then recoverin' somewhere on t' infield.  All but two o' t' flights even used t' same chute. Avast, me proud beauty! Avast, me proud beauty!  T' Tangent flight was nothin' like t' others.  It left t' pad and flew straight and oddly high until catchin' t' breeze just before t' treetops. Ahoy!  Ejection occurred just as it be tippin' over, arrr, and t' rocket immediately caught t' breeze and began t' drift smartly toward US 27. Blimey! Begad!  It be pretty obviously goin' t' clear t' road, me hearties, but it looked like it was goin' t' hit t' parkin' lot or buildin' directly on t' other side. Blimey!  I be half right. Ya scallywag!  It hit the roof, where t' breeze died and left it stranded. Well, blow me down! Begad!  I considered goin' home for a ladder t' make a quick climb and grab, shiver me timbers, but t' local police have a tendency t' show up at inopportune times like this and I wasn't sure t' situation would be explainable.  I'm hopin' we get a decent storm that blows it down in t' next few weeks.  All I need be t' nose cone.