torsdag 22. september 2016

We used to throw these things!

Never threw them very far, though. Just helped them getting airborne, so to say, then they more or less helped themselves the rest of the time. At least as long as the batteries for the remote control was still alive.
This was the usual sunday activity for some time during my childhood. We were a bunch of people, some young and some older, finding lots of fun in building aircraft models and throwing them into the air like this. Had to find a place with nice hang winds, usually that would mean climbing up some kind of more or less steep hill when the wind blew in the somewhat right direction. We could fly them for quite some time as long as the wind kept on pushing up that hillside. It was nice and quiet, and a bit interesting for a kid building a real airplane and make it fly. 

On the hang, Vigra sometime in the late 70's. Minolta Hi-matic G

More often than not they would also land softly into the sometimes high grass and heather up on that ridge, but sometimes they would also land in a bit less soft place. If the plane went a bit too far behind the ridge it would easily catch some quite bad downwinds, which usually meant we had to climb down the rocky backside to pick up the pieces. Small pieces, usually. Nothing much to start a rebuild on, but the electronics were expensive back then, so that would be the main task... to find all of that stuff. 

I think my father still have a few bits and pieces of a couple of airplanes from back in the days. I know for sure he got the RC bits, at least. I remember very well one of the last crashes with one of his old planes. The sound still ringing in my ear, kind of. I think he more or less quit after that. Could have killed someone, probably. It was during the norwegian championship of speedflying gliderplanes. He had built this horror machine that could be loaded with lead around the center of gravity to really speed up the thing. Wings up high to really add speed and aerobatic qualities. It was known under the name "Ridge Racer", and was a fantastic "machine". It only survived a few training passes and just almost one full competition round during that day. 
It was a very nervous plane to fly, and we all kind of knew it would not live for long anyway. 
I will never forget the last sound it made though, and that quite impressive pile of pulverized small bits and pieces coming flying up the hill towards me because of the quite strong wind being pushed against the hillside. 

Would be fun to give it a try again, but I don't know. Maybe I'm better off just keep it as a memory of days long gone...

1 kommentar:

  1. That sounds like one amazing glider, Roy - and yes, dangerous too! I'd like to have seen that thing fly...from a safe distance, you understand :)


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