Disclaimer: my violent mood swings are directly linked to my flying performances.
Today I am feeling a lot like James Brown. Actually I feel better than that old hack! After the extreme depression of landing in the dark valley of misery I could almost hear The Death of Orpheus being played by my imaginary detractors. Today I was SURE Eddie van Halen played Eruption for me as I crossed the line in single figures!!
121km course, and what a rush that was! It adds a totally new dimension to the idea of 'street racing' with huge gaggles drawn out and screaming around the track with almost total disregard for the course-line. The lead was dominated by Gin pilots pushing all the way to the very end where we all jammed the pulleys together under the congestus at the last turn point gaining almost 1,000m in altitude over the last 20km.
Mickey Sigel flew in front with three Gin pilots taking the first first three slots (and most of the lead-out points) into goal. Stefan Wyss won the day from Steban and Mickey.
Russel came in a few seconds behind Andre saving SA some team 'face' after the perversion of the previous day.
The cloud flying problem seems to have abated temporarily and I have video evidence of every single trip I took to base showing NO cloud flying in my gaggle(s) at any time. It seems serious threats and some dire sanctions by Nicky the meet director had the desired effect. Now why can't every-one just play 'nice' all the time?