Sailplane & Gliding 1966 - Lakes Gliding Club

helps us to steer it in the right direction....
At which point there is a jerk and
a moment of weightlessness. Damn it.
Back-released. You'd forgotten you were
still on the cable. Chatting is distracting.
"Ohhh," says the passenger. The timbers
creak as you are hit by a gust. It
sounds like the crack of doom.
"Are we breaking up?"
seem to be going up (the altimeter reads
1,100 ft. now) and your A,S.!., surprisingly
enough, has settled into a reasonably
steady 40 knots. You're not sure
whether you're in a turn or oot. You
feel as though you're going straight.
which means that whatever you're really
doing. at least you're not sH·pping 0r
skidding. You decide to let the aircraft
do the flying, How long this pleasant
state of affairs will last, however, you
don't know.
You say, "So long as the needle stays
where it is, we're flying straight and
level".
She nods. "We're still going up. I see,
1,500 ft."
Very observant. Good club material,
here. Then ther.e is a .{:iolent lurch. The
"No, no. It's JUSt the mainspar flexing
under the load. Quite 1l0rmaL." How
long overdue for a C. of A. is it?
There is a silence for a moment. Then
she says, "Show me which one the Turn
and Slip in