Finally, I have a plane ready to fly. The P40 ARF is completed and hopefully airworthy. Today my new digital scale purchased from the US Postal Service came in the mail. I anxiously loaded the batteries and placed the P40 on the table. It came in at 40 ounces ready to fly.
Late this afternoon, I loaded up the truck with the P40 and all the support stuff I could remember. It has been since 1975 that I flew, save a cameo appearance flying a Stiletto in 2000.
The park where I am going to fly is just around the corner. It was vacant except for a couple of kids playing on swings. The soccer field on the lower end was my goal. Nobody there and the grass was nice and short.
I paced the circle out and set my plane on the ground downwind. I connected the lines and carefully unreeled them, finally connecting the hard point handle. I set the handle down and walked back to the plane where I ran the lines gently out again with my fingers to check for twists, which ultimately were undone at the handle. A quick check of up and down and everything felt comfortable.
At that moment, I saw black clouds heading my way. I also felt the wind shift 90 degrees and I heard rolling thunder in the distance. It also started to cool and the wind picked up. Well, I decided it would be best if I postponed my return to the circle until another day. With the weather turning crappier by the second, I couldn't roll up fast enough to get back to the truck. The wind came up so hard and fast that I almost couldn't hold on to the plane to get off the field. Then came the rain, big fat drops.
So, I made it home without incident and the Gods Of Stunt are pleased. I didn't fly but I didn't stuff it in or get hit by lightning, either. I left the plane and all the stuff in the truck. Tomorrow is another day. Stand by!