I flew the next flight after Floyd. I got to see every view of my airplane, including the bottom. The last straw was upon exiting the third inside loop and missing the ground by about a foot with the inboard wing. The down line went so slack that the clip at the handle had rotated to 90 deg. to the connection point. It made a loud snap-twang sound when returning to neutral. I burnt up the rest of my electrons at about 20 feet of altitude flying as level as I could.
The pits were then deserted, except for John Thompson. He flew his second flight with his Vector 40. Wind? What wind? Combat fliers don’t seem to care, well maybe they do, they’re just tougher.
I give a lot of credit to Floyd and John. It was a beautiful day, just turbulent after lunch.
Nice, well-attended contest. Much fun, good food and excellent people. No Howard sighting. There must be a good excuse!