Hey Shug, there is, of course, a funny story behind the garden daisies. And after balancing they make great wind vanes. That is Wayne's contraption. I have one at home that needs to be put together. The wind sock at our field is useless due to its placement, so these portables come in really handy.
You're very right, Doc, I am lucky to have these guys to fly with. A master trimmer and a master builder, among other things. Both relaxed and in it for the fun, that's the best part.
Here's the fleet I brought. Three 1/2As, the Osprey and the good ol' Shoestring. The breeze settled down later in the day, so we got some 1/2A action in.
In my first two outings with the Osprey I haven't been able to fly it with any confidence at all. Jerky loops, near misses, and generally inept performance. While I was again grounded, I added some nose weight hoping to tame it. I was pleasantly surprised that I can now fly it much more easily. Not pretty, but if I gut out a would-be abort here and there, I can at least get the pattern points. That'll have to be good enough for now. At least I know I can probably make it through a full pattern next weekend when it counts for points. So I came away feeling better about all the time I spent on this plane. And it was nice to get a little time in with the little planes, that's always exhilarating.
Here's Wayne wringing out one of my baby Flite Streaks. That's a Norvel Big Mig .061, bladder fed with Sig 35% fuel.
More movies of Bob's wild high speed stunt flying to crunch. Neither the man nor his planes hold any regard for the wind. They are the boss. Damndest thing I ever saw. So please stand by as the files are crunched, along with their accompanying pics. I'll get them up as soon as I can. What a great day.
Rusty