On the Stunthangar Hangout recently Keith Trostle read some wonderful words about control line flying. It inspired me to put a few ideas rattling around in my head on paper.
THE END OF THE TETHER
They say "Some folks never grow up."
Old dogs and new tricks? Nup!
"You got nothing better to do?" Ask the foolish.
"Grumpy old buggers playing with toys? That's simply ghoulish!"
But they will never know what we do.
The joy of messing with caster, dope and glue.
The building, trimming flying
the refining of a skill.
The smell of nitro, and ether
the adrenalin , the thrill.
Old men with toys you say! I challenge you to watch and stay!
And if you do watch our game , you my friend will not be the same.
You might begin to understand, what seems simple is much more grand.
Every aspect is more complex, deep and mysterious, it is a hex.
So what appears childish, what looks merely like fun
On every level is much more than the sum
The parts, there are many, designing, building, flying, tuning engines ...the list never ends.
The mental, social and physical activity , and most of all _ the friends.
When we're in the circle's centre at the end of our tether,
Simply put
It's pure bliss when it all comes together!