I hear this argument about the electric fliers doing their thing in a 100 foot cube. I hear it about the heli's. I hear it about the hot dogs. I hear it about the high speed low passes. I hear it about the pylon practicers and the combat fliers. I hear it about the Jets. And lets not forget the gliders and the park fliers.

The only thing that really bothers me is the sound of an engine headed right for my head when I'm trying to fly my own hazardous device.

All of these sportsmen have something to teach me. I'm not jealous, I wish I could do that. And you know what? It's amazing how willing most of these people are to help you to learn, if you ask.

I get a big thrill watching a talented pilot do things that are difficult. If I feel uncomfortable flying at the same time, I just park myself on a convenient bench and enjoy the potential devastation...er...show.

Today we watched in anticipation as two clowns did counter laps about 2 feet off the pad. That gave them two chances every time around for a midair and two chances per lap to smack each other in the head. If anything had happened, there wouldn't have been a dry eye at the field, and I don't mean from crying. They got bored after a couple of flights and left. Then the rest of us could fly. Pretty entertaining for the price of admission. And quite unsafe.

There is a lot of air and a lot of time in a day at the field. A little timing usually nets you a space free of targets. If you get some jerk who won't go away, few of us are too shy to say something. As the guys are fond of saying after an altercation, you can just feel the love. I think what we need is more tolerance. (And a really nasty safety officer) We even stopped flying for 15 min. one day, to let a guy shoot an inflated giant rocket. Everyone liked it.

Sometimes we are like the birds on my feeder. They get so mad at each other over where everyone gets to sit, that none of them get anything to eat.