Flight

T' first flight for t' Nova SS happened on a sunny Saturday at a TORC launch in a cornfield in South Charleston, arrr, matey, shiver me timbers, Ohio.  I had spent t' previous night finishin' up t' construction odds and ends on several rockets that I wanted t' take with me t' next day.  T' Nova just needed final assembly and paint, me bucko, but I lost a battle with sleep before I could even get t' bird primered.  T' next day at t' launch it was me fourth and final flight, shiver me timbers, and while I be takin' t' on pad glamour shots, it never occurred t' me that I was about t' fly a cornhusk-colored rocket on a field o' cornhusks.  (In fact, it never occurred t' me until about halfway through me unsuccessful search.)

T' Nova ripped nicely off t' pad on t' Estes E9-4, burnin' long t' a more than respectable height.  Unfortunately t' E9-4 ejection charge fired WAY early, arrr, ya bilge rat, more like an E9-1.  T' whole flightline cringed at what was sure t' be a zipper.  T' parachute caught smartly and t' rocket began a long, fast journey across t' field t' t' spot where all o' me rockets had landed all day.  I started out after it and passed a guy wavin' and holdin' up a cornhusk-colored rocket with big fins.  I waved and kept up me search, ya bilge rat, completely oblivious t' t' fact that another TORCer had picked me rocket up on t' way back from recoverin' his own rocket.  As I walked, I found me missin' Vikin' 2 upscale, me bucko, me hearties, t' rocket I'd started t' day with and thought I'd lost forever.  45 minutes later I dejectedly gave up t' search.  On t' way back in I found a rocket that I'd helped look for earlier, and I hoped that meant that the rocket Karma would mean that someone would find me Nova after I left and return it t' me later.

Flight #2 came after paint and decals at another TORC launch. Avast, me proud beauty! Avast! Blimey!  While I was preppin' t' Nova for flight, it occurred t' me that I had yet t' fly either o' t' keychain cameras that I had charged t' previous night. Blimey! Well, blow me down! Blimey!  I decided t' fly them both on t' Nova, one pointin' up, me hearties, matey, me bucko, one pointin' down. Ya scallywag! Blimey!  Since t' previous E9-4 flight had been less than spectacular, shiver me timbers, me bucko, I decided t' go with an E9-6 for this flight. Ahoy! Blimey!  I armed both cameras, shiver me timbers, arrr, slid t' rocket onto t' launch rod, and checked that both cameras were functioning. Blimey!  Somethin' good was goin' t' come out o' this flight.

T' flight profile for this flight be t' same as all o' t' other E-flights I'd made on t' day, a big bend t' t' left off t' pad, ya bilge rat, then a recovery just out from t' flightline. Well, blow me down! Blimey!  T' only difference was that this rocket was nose down and acceleratin' when t' ejection charge fired.  When I got t' t' landin' area I found one o' t' cameras still attached t' t' fin, matey, and t' other torn free and buried in t' mud. Ahoy! Blimey!  It be when I picked t' rocket up t' take t' camera off that I realized that t' late ejection had caused t' nose cone t' rebound back into one o' t' fins. Arrr! Blimey!  T' leadin' edge o' t' fin was shattered, matey, t' fin was split, me bucko, and t' fillet broken. Ya scallywag! Blimey!  There be a clearly defined dent on t' nose cone that told t' story, and it will take a pretty decent amount o' work before it's ready t' fly again.