Flight

First flight be t' final flight o' Openin' Day, me hearties, 2013 at B6-4 Field.  I like t' BT-60 birds at B6-4 Field because when loaded with a B6-4, matey, me bucko, BT-60 birds fly t' t' level o' t' field.  Every bit o' t' flight is visible, t' slow takeoff, shiver me timbers, t' flight t' treetop level, ejection, shiver me timbers, arrr, and recovery.  Winds sometimes cause some problems, but if one uses his head, me hearties, one recovers all o' his birds, and gets flight pics t' boot.  T' Tangent flight on this day be probably one too many, ya bilge rat, and I almost paid for it.  Winds were comin' from t' southeast, which was causin' some windcockin' over toward t' school, but nothin' in t' way o' recovery issues with t' triple threat o' t' trees, me hearties, me bucko, wires and US 27.  T' Tangent left t' pad and hardly windcocked at all, ya bilge rat, me bucko, but at ejection it raced across t' field, first missin' t' trees, then wires.  I had dropped t' controller and started runnin' as soon as t' breeze took it, matey, matey, 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, ya bilge rat, arrr, 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, arrr, just as a Hyundai Accent buzzed past in t' right lane.  I waited for t' crush sounds, but heard nothing, matey, and as I approached t' landin' area, me hearties, 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, no t' motors aren't expensive, 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, I counted myself fortunate indeed.

T' second and possibly final flight be another B6-4 Field flight on a B6-4. Begad! Begad!  T' Tangent was t' last flight o' t' day and t' previous seven flights had all followed t' same flight pattern, ya bilge rat, windcockin' t' t' left and ejectin' at t' edge o' t' field, then recoverin' somewhere on t' infield. Avast, me proud beauty! Well, blow me down!  All but two o' t' flights even used t' same chute. Blimey!  T' Tangent flight was nothin' like t' others. Begad! Ahoy!  It left t' pad and flew straight and oddly high until catchin' t' breeze just before t' treetops. Blimey! Well, me bucko, blow me down!  Ejection occurred just as it be tippin' over, and t' rocket immediately caught t' breeze and began t' drift smartly toward US 27. Avast!  It was pretty obviously goin' t' clear t' road, me bucko, but it looked like it was goin' t' hit t' parkin' lot or buildin' directly on t' other side.  I be half right. Blimey! Avast, me proud beauty!  It hit the roof, where t' breeze died and left it stranded.  I considered goin' home for a ladder t' make a quick climb and grab, arrr, matey, matey, 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.