Looking out the window this morning my rational self told me to do something else but body control suddenly came under the authority of the optimism brain cell.
Driving through the A3 cutting I could see a gaggle of sail planes thermalling above. It was raining at this point and very windy.
My finger went for the indicator to turn the car round but again the optimism brain cell took over and I continued to Harting.
Cleared up as I got there, loads of sail planes on the ridge. Walked up to launch and measured the wind speed. It looked OK, the occasional gust into the mid 20’s.
“See I told you it was flyable” said the optimism brain cell.
Walked back to the car and unloaded, hiked up to launch with glider. It was now gusting 30mph.
Safety brain cell said no thanks.
Optimism brain cell said wait until this evening.
Rational self said go home.
After a protracted fight I went home.
Bloody brain cells, bloody weather, bloody sport. To make matters worse they had an awesome day in Wales at the British Open Series as well but lazy brain cell had said it wasn't worth the drive....
James Roy
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