My first-in-goal-grin lasted at least a whole day before I was reminded of my para-mantra best explained by Kenny Wayne Shepherd's lyrics:
So we all get spanked at least once and no-one is immune, not even the giants. Just take a peek at the leader-board and you will see by the points.
Speaking of being spanked, yesterday's task was a spanking affair in many ways.
Four pilots got spanked with reserve deployments.
Twenty two pilots were spanked for airspace violations.
A dozen or more were spanked short at the goal-line and, last but not least, Felix spanked us all into goal by at least five minutes.
I saw the mid-air collision which was not pretty. One pilot gently flew into another and was completely gift-wrapped. I held my breath as they plummeted over the power lines in a flapping mess. It felt like an age before they managed to separate and deploy. I was convinced they were both going into the lines and the regallo was flying directly toward them. Parallax saved them.