Made it to the bay ahead of the storm, late because I had been dithering about whether to go or not, knowing full well that the weather would favor me.
Too much wind for the birds - a good sign - the odd one having a go and backing up badly.
Elected to go the frame way - the 8' Delta needed a flight, and by the way things were looking a fight as well.
Spectra lines didn't manage to hold on the launch, leaving me on my arse, both handles in hand only one connected to the kite.
Another two attempts and I get the thing up, and me into the buggy. Pulled it down in to the window and there is the unmistakable sound of carbon rod fracturing. It stayed stable enough to propel me back and forwards across the park at ridiculous speeds. I like the turns - spin the kite in and hang on.
Eventually too much for me hanging on to the thing - it's screaming all over the sky, thunder is rolling across the bay, visibility, in glasses, is almost zero because of the surface water and spray coming off the bay. Some clown is photographing me from the road - probably to lodge a complaint, I'm too inaccurate to attempt to get near him, power lines near the road have already caused me anguish once when the Ngen decided to luff over top of them.
Survived - better than the kite - still managed to get sunburnt, even in those conditions.
The only thing that could make it better would be the exit of the relatives from this house, and that happened about an hour ago.
I get suspicious of too many good things happening in one week. It's not often you get to attempt to fly a storm AND come home to find your visitors are packing.
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