Since there is a mast in the middle of the landing field at Toix, I have not only to brief about the lovely naked ladies hanging around, but about the danger hugging ... the mast...
Well who do you think put his glider over the mast ? Me. Yes, got to be honest. Luckily there was Bob who climbed up the mast, unbelievable and got the tip of my glider over the mast. No harm done, slightly embarrassing though.
Erik did even better, instead of hugging it, he flew right into it and broke the damn mast. Followed by a loud applause from the locals. The mast was estetically not in place anyway.
No comments:
Post a Comment