I feel good 'cause I should and it was looking good, really good and then a simple little thing like twenty knots over the back spoiled the party for the sixty or so pilots who where @ 4,500m ASL. A couple of nasty shocks, whirlies and one near miss forced Mike to pull the plug. I had it (fairly) easy and after wrestling the python for about three hundred metres, I took an Yngwe Malmsteen shred elevator to the top floor. Getting down was another matter all together and I had the opportunity to practice my PLF skills. Two clever souls headed off toward Jackson and will probably do 250+km.