Went to field today bright and early. Was nice and calm, dawn patrol stuff, and I got a couple good flights in. Then I started making right turns on takeoff and decided the cross wind was a bit much for me. Right about then my instructor showed up, and the wind started to howl. He flew his 172 around, downwind, crosswind, he's good, I tells ya. Then we stood around, while a bunch of other folks showed up, and gabbed, as fliers are wont to do when there's no flying to do. The wind began to settle down, foks got to flying, and I was considering taking the Avistar back up. Watched some of the other older guys work the wind, doing cross-runway landings, and was almost convinced to go up again, when lo and behold, my instructor re-kitted his beautifull F-82 twin mustang. He was slow and low on final, the wind caught the wing, and it was all over but the cursing. Like they say, take off's are optional, landings are not. I'm pretty comfortable at my skill level, and the wind today was definetly out of the envelope. Sat. we had similar winds, but they were right down the runway, that I could deal with. But today.... better off on the ground.
So call me chicken.
That's the last thing my instructor said to me before he started his P-82.....

(actually, he's not really my instructor per say, more of a mentor/guide)