finally got to 50deg in michigan,, finally.....decited to go down to the school yard and maiden my DW foamies 48in juka. ther was a young family in the yard trying to launch a kite....they all stopped what they were doin when i went to the center of the yard with the big foamie....the young children got terriblly excited, and started to yell mom, dad, look!!!.....all ther attention was on my big monkey butt......as i went to strap on my lipo, i seen i forgot the side that sticks on the plane... the furry velcro.....being the monkey i am, i decited just to strap it on without it, it would be fine for a gentle maiden, lmao....i reved up to half throttle, and gave it my nice underhand toss into the breeze.....took off into level flight, was not thinking of trimming yet til i got some altitude.....pulled it up, and ther went the lipo flying off like it had wings, lols....the juka went nose in from about 25 feet, breaking the prop, and cracking a lil foam on the nose.....man i had a long, long.....100 yards long walk of shame.......

 

Oops, I hate it when I do stuff like that . Thankfully it's not toast.

 

yea, the funny thing is you know about something....and you do it anyhow, lmao.....

 

Looks like a field repair to me

Actually, I know its always a bummer to crunch a slimer. Hopefully the engine came out alright. I spent many a year at an abandon airfield with nothing but pavement and a bad wreck meant a broken engine along with the occasional 'we never found the carb'.

 

Hey, look at it this way guys, at least you don't have to cut the next one out by hand...

 

lols, seven, ther is allways a upside, lols....

 

lastnite the maiden flight played over and over in my mind.......more funny than to see that lipo launch from my model, was me still on the sticks, thinkin pull out baby, pull out..lmao....i think i bent the stick on my radio trying to pull out, lmao. im such a monkey arce, lmao.....

 

LOL! No shame in trying.

 

seven, that was the most shame about it, lmao....as i crawled out of the yard, i was like man, what the hell was i thinkin, lols, as i hear the kids ask, mom, dad what happened??...oh the shame, lols...

 

I can just here those kids whispering to each other...

"Those don't fly very long, do they?"

HAHAHA! Whew! lmao now!

 

lmao @ seven

 

I thought the kids were saying "I didn't want it to crash yet"

 

share your crash stories....

I wouldn't known where to start I've lost $$$'s on fly-aways OOS in the thermal arena, and lost the same amount per plane while racing. That's why I went foamy electrics.

Now you may ask how does one lose a glider OOS (out of sight)?. I used to hunt and fight to core that big lift, now I know better when the signs are there. Rising columns of air 500' across full of trash, empty kiddy pools, clothes from a clothes lines and dust stroll through ten a day from March through October. If you get your poly floater into one, you'll be lucky to have any control, and if you can get the nose down and the plane flying you may make it out in time, but you'll be a speck in the sky. Most of the time you'll jettison some vital part and make that one point landing. Been there done that, and have had someone from as far away as 200 miles call to let me know they found a half a wing with my number on it.

Racing? well its racing! most things doing 100 to 200 mph+ don't survive to well hitting the ground or another plane. Spectacular? you bet. Dangerous? I thought so and moved another direction. Expensive? very. Rewarding, its the best rush going and very little comes close to the intensity.

Foamy crashes, opps, bounce, couple of pieces and little glue and lets do it again

 

ok, tbird, just share the funny ones then i still laugh at the sight of that lipo flying off....never had that happen before

 

Good rebuild flash, it looked rebuildable. stronger now I'll bet


ok, tbird, just share the funny ones then

Ok, I'll tell you about the one that still makes me laugh, however cold to some it may seem. There is a German word for feeling joy over someones misfortune. Schadenfreude I believe. This is where I learned that word.

I had a friend that I and our friend circle put up with his ways for a lot of years (40). The type of friend that never pays back a loan or always bums food, money, RC parts, your car, and always has to jones away any stash. If you've never had that type of friend in your circle then you've missed out in many ways . Mine was Mr R.

Mr R was an ok pilot, learned fast but still lacked that little common sense thing. The rest of the friend circle was quite happy with flying 2M (2 meter) gliders in my west field during the week. But Mr.R was always coming in last or close to it during our friendly contests of different flavors. So Mr R builds a custom 3M ship for an edge. A Olympic 900 I think it was, a big poly floater that weighed 2-3x what the others 2M ships came in at.

Being that I was the safety officer I did the maiden by group request and it was a good ship, fast glide and a noticeable difference in kinetic energy over the 2M stuff. I hand off the tx to Mr. R and clue him in on those facts. 'Yea, Yea' he says, I'm going win each flavor today with this ship'. We all chukle and the games began.

Mr. R was becoming more and more frustrated as the day and brews went on. He couldn't get the kinetic energy thing and missed spot landings constantly resulting in what I thought would be an angry spiking of the tx after a rather large comical ground loop landing.

'This is driving me crazy' he screams all red faced and muscle flexing like a pro wrestler. He storms over and gets his plane then sets in in the pit area and screams at it 'if you had a set I'd kick you in them you stupid plane' Of course the rest of us are laugh along having fun watching a 35 year old man turn 10 before our eyes. Yeh, 10 is about right because next he turns and kicks the foam ice-chest causing it to explode all the ice, beer and food all over. One guy starts picking up cans, another food and ice while another is already whipping up a big batch of epoxy. Because you've got to have an ice-chest in 110+ heat. The typical 'why do we put up with this' feeling about Mr.R quickly overcame us again.

After an hour of relaxing refreshments we started the flying games again. Next card draw was 'toss and catch'. Simple really, just hand launch, do a circle (or 180) and catch-- 10 times in a row, ten minutes to do it, if successful add 10 points to running score.

'Finally a card I can win' proclaims Mr.R. Take a pass on this one I tell him, it's to big and heavy, plus its the ships maiden day. I guess my condescending remark hit a chord because I got the big f u

Mr.R stood facing the wind for a good minute after the clock started. Just letting the breeze hold the plane up bouncing from his little pushes as he found the trim setting and gathered his thoughts. Then with what would be one of his last deep breaths for a week he started his 240 lbs of out of shape self on that 'give it all you've got' four step-skip handlaunch. It was a good launch, we all were very impressed and vocal about it, a solid 20 feet up, 40 feet out and no stall into an 5-7mph breeze.

The side line chatter quieted down as Mr.R didn't immediately make a gentle turn to his down wind side but kept going out to make a procedural turn (270L + 90R) for a downwind catch. Which the turns he made very well thou be it way to early because now he had transferred all the energy from the launch into a 3+ lb. model flying straight at him 3 ft off the deck and 20 ft away. Its direction under his full control, he side steps a little to line up for that prefect catch.

I've often wondered at what point did he known this glider had way to much speed to flair in for a gentle 'stall it int your hand' catch, or if his stubborn attitude just blocked that thought. Or if the plane had revenge on its mind from the earlier comment directed its way. He never said anything as it came in, or talked about it after.

That gliders nose was 6'' longer than any 2M he'd caught before and it weighed 3x as much as anything before and it was going way to fast. The result was the baseball equivalent to a bulls eye, or a bowling's lofty 7-10 split, I mean it was dead n-ts spot on. Mr.R buckled over dropping the tx, battery popping out. The glider dropped unharmed in front of him. Then in slow motion Mr.R fell to his knees missing the fuselage and crushing the wing with each knee. Then he face planted into the custom V tail shattering that also. If I'd had it on vid I'd be 10k richer

So we gathered him up and took him to the doc. He lived minus one of the two parts.

 

lmao, good one,, face plant, then holding your groin... but did he do "the walk of shame" sounds like he did the "crawl of shame"