Wild Foamy
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Joined: 10/11/2006 From: Newbury, UNITED KINGDOM Status: offline
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most memorable? well, for all the good reasons: 1: my most memorable is when i saw my MFA Yamamoto trainer lift off the end of the runway for the first time, and hear that exhaust note changing as i pull around into a shallow left bank, watching it leave a nice smoke trail across the sky. for all the wrong reasons i can think of many not-so-good memories 1: i was flying my Mick Reeves gangster (english kit) which was my second plane, was doing all sorts of things with it and generally having a good time as you do. i bring it around for a landing but was too short on my approach, on my 2nd attempt i couldnt bleed off enough airspeed to get it on the deck with enough space to roll out, so on the 3rd attempt i get it down but there was ltierally no room to run off, so i gun the throttle and pull hard up to avoid rolling off the runway into the rocky farmland beyond it. the Super Tigre .75 dies and i just manage to get it level but with my airspeed completely gone the gangster falls like a brick from about 30 feet, down, down, down... CRACK!. just as it belly flops into the dust i hear a burst of laughter from behind me, i look round to see a small group of baloonists laughing at me, i go out and retrieve the gangster (it suffered a broken APC prop and erm... well thats it) and this thing is built like a brick outhouse, epoxy and fibreglass all over the bottom of the wings and very thick balsa The 2nd: teaching my dad to fly on a flair cub, using the "hot potato" method (no buddy box, jsut one Tx) and he brings it around into a left bank but stalls it and it falls into the tallest tree in the field, my brother was back in the pits laying on top of his car, i hear several branches break and alot of painful noises, we leave the flightbox and stuff in the pits and go to get the wreckage, the trees overhang a small country road so it was fairly easy to find, the cub fuselage was laying there, the firewall sprawled out across the tarmac, hideously deformed. the wing was still in the top of the tree so my dad and brother go home and get the van, a ladder and a flagpole, we somehow manage to nudge it out of the tree by repeatedly clouting it with the end of the flagpole anyway, over the following couple of weekends i repaired the whole inside of the fuselage, araldite'd the firewall and first former back into place, put in new control rods (the previous balsa ones had broken) and bolted the undercarriage back on. The 3rd: seeing my trainer cartwheel into a hedgerow as i misjudged my distance from the trees (i was trying to be a smartass and tried to cut down infront of the trees and land), worst part was jumping into a thorn bush to retrieve it (not much damage done to the plane, bent the wheel axle and broke off a cowl cheek) The 4th: was watching one of the clubs instructors maiden a fellow members plane (electric sport jobby, really nice yellow and blue translucent covering) i was in teh pits talking to Laurie, the admin, when all of a sudden i see this brand new plane enter into a right bank and fly through a tree, i looked at the two pilots on the flightline, they sort of looked at each other and then walked off to retrieve the odd bits and pieces (motor/firewall, ESC, battery, servos, reciever) i went out to help, it was like when you step on a snail or big juicy spider, one minute its there, the next its all smooshed into the pavement and spread out like jam on a piece of toast
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Wild Foamy - 26/10/1992 - BMFA #158272 - Solo''d 31/7/08
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