The next day ,after the usual hectic morning rush to get brekky and a few joints rolled before midday I hook up the external reserve and get back up to launch around 2pm. Everybody has started spinning and tumbling without me and who could blame them. I am the last one ready clipped in along with a guy who I recognise is an elderly German doctor who arrived a week or so ago with his wife who flies also. I really want to fly today especially after yesterdays cock up but decide to let him go first. Age before beauty. We are both in the reverse launch position. I give him a friendly nod to go. Despite the fact I am gagging to fly and belying his 20 years experience however, the good doctor decides he would much rather I spent my afternoon getting acquainted with him while waiting for an ambulance, and so, to reinforce his position he goes from the reverse launch position, omitting the traditional canopy stabilising and turn, directly to the more unorthodox flight and smashing headfirst into the nearest rock just out of sight position. Nothing stirs the bushes after. For fucks sake. OK,I think to myself optimistically, maybe he’s not hurt, just a bit embarrassed. I don’t speak any German but know he speaks a little Spanish so I call out optimistically “TODO BIEN...!!?”...no answer...Oh dear.
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