RE: p40 crash
Despite curses of increasing strength and foulness their craft refused to leave the Earthe, as if these winged beasts had a longing too strong for the embrace of solid matter. So did they maltreat their steeds that aircraft upon aircraft were reduced to piles of balsa and plastic until from the heavens boomed forth a mighty voice that said, with badly concealed mirth, " N00b! Thou shalt not pull almightily on thine stick afore thine airspeed is sufficient for flight, or be punished swiftly by fearsome stall to flutter harshly on the solid matter."
The above was adapted from the book of N00b by Johan Kylander.