As we all know, the most critical vehicle on the airport is not a flying machine. It is the golf cart. Last week, just in time for Pete's flight test, its transmission failed, and we have been scrambling ever since.
Charlie Zue came to the rescue this weekend by lending us his evil garden tractor, Horcrux. If the tire chains on this demonic machine don't intimidate you, the snarling engine and noisome fumes soon will. It goes at only one speed, fast, and it doesn't waste any time with gentle accelerations. The only person to tame it was John Marshall, who consequently was stuck retrieving gliders all day Saturday.
We had nine flights on Saturday, three of which were guest rides. It is difficult not to be enthusiastic about soaring over Vermont on a beautiful fall day, but the three guests (Steve, Ken, Suzanne), seemed especially happy with their first flights, and all three expressed interest in our club. Thank you Tom, Nancy, and Pete for spreading the word about our sport to your friends.
Also on Saturday, Thomas flew ZP, Pete flew 3J, and Jason practiced no-spoilers approaches in 89. It was amusing to watch the spectators run for cover as the Blanik came in sideways.
An altogether pleasant flying day, at least when Horcrux wasn't running.
On Sunday it rained.
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