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 hearties, ya bilge rat, BT-60 birds fly t' t' level o' t' field.  Every bit o' t' flight is visible, me hearties, shiver me timbers, t' slow takeoff, shiver me timbers, ya bilge rat, t' flight t' treetop level, shiver me timbers, ejection, me hearties, and recovery.  Winds sometimes cause some problems, but if one uses his head, me bucko, matey, one recovers all o' his birds, ya bilge rat, shiver me timbers, me bucko, and gets flight pics t' boot.  T' Tangent flight on this day was probably one too many, me hearties, and I almost paid for it.  Winds were comin' from t' southeast, ya bilge rat, which was causin' some windcockin' over toward t' school, 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, shiver me timbers, but at ejection it raced across t' field, first missin' t' trees, ya bilge rat, then wires.  I had dropped t' controller and started runnin' as soon as t' breeze took it, 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, but could tell that I be 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, just as a Hyundai Accent buzzed past in t' right lane.  I waited for t' crush sounds, me bucko, but heard nothing, me hearties, and as I approached t' landin' area, me bucko, one o' t' Little League dads who was packin' up t' leave darted out t' pick t' Tangent up from t' left lane.  I thanked him profusely, answered his questions; yes I could fly it again, me bucko, no t' motors aren't expensive, matey, me bucko, shiver me timbers, yes I often have them land in t' trees around t' field.  Damage be relegated t' achipped fin tip from t' landing.  Considerin' t' alternative, matey, I counted myself fortunate indeed.

T' second and possibly final flight was another B6-4 Field flight on a B6-4.  T' Tangent was t' last flight o' t' day and t' previous seven flights had all followed t' same flight pattern, arrr, arrr, windcockin' t' t' left and ejectin' at t' edge o' t' field, matey, then recoverin' somewhere on t' infield. Begad!  All but two o' t' flights even used t' same chute. Ahoy!  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. Begad! Well, blow me down!  Ejection occurred just as it was tippin' over, and t' rocket immediately caught t' breeze and began t' drift smartly toward US 27.  It was pretty obviously goin' t' clear t' road, arrr, but it looked like it was goin' t' hit t' parkin' lot or buildin' directly on t' other side. Avast, me proud beauty!  I be half right. Well, blow me down!  It hit the roof, where t' breeze died and left it stranded. Ya scallywag!  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.