Prieska - A typical day in the lift...
Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 7:56 am
The Gang - Prieska

From the left: Anton (Local lad, from Cape Town), Reinhardt, Stefan, Paulie, Self, Stephanie, Rosi and Tony
The first 2 hang glider pilots, Stefan and Paulie, together with Sylvia (their retrieve driver) arrived last Thursday, and no time was wasted. By sunset we had already performed out first test flight. Performance not that great at this altitude, but we will make it work!
On Friday the other 2 guys, Tony and Reinhardt, together with Rosi(their retrieve driver) arrived and Anton arrived from Cape Town on Saturday.
5 Hang Glider pilots, all world class, and one Dragon.........the scene is set....

the locals, checking it out
The gliders are state of the art. 2 ATOS Rigid wing Gliders, 2 Aeros Combat (topless) and 1 La Mouette (topless)..
Day one sees everyone off on a 'recce' flight....Tony and Reinhardt casually do 150km out and return flights, while the other fellows stay local. The mood is set.......

Reinhardt, preparing his days task
Then we have the mother of all thunderstorms. 60kt gusts.....Roof sheeting ripped off houses, 150year old trees easlily blown over, dust bins rolling down streets, road signs ripped out of the ground, vizibility down to about 40m (dust)......man, what a storm..The day was predicted for thunderstorms, so no gliding........
The next day, after scouring the met data, we planned the course to Douglas 129km.........Tony, Reinhardt and Anton made it, while Stefan made 80km. Paulie had a nerve-wrecking tow, and his mind was screwed. He landed within 5 mins and called it a day.
I had nothing to do, so took Anton's lil' landrover and drove to Douglas to fetch him. It is a great atmosphere when you collect the pilots. The energy is electric, the talk just flying, the km's home pass all to quickly.........

Our office, under the big tree
This morning we planned a flight in a southerly direction, making use of the winds predicted........Thermic activity was not expected to become more than moderate, so a reasonable flight to De Aar was planned. The tug's were hard work, seeking out the thermals, coring them with the gliders under tow, no time to look at ASI or VSI, it's seat of the pants stuff. You feel the thermals, you feel the sink, you instinctively steepen the bank through the sink, again instinctively levelling off for a moment as you encounter the rising air again, then banking again. All the time watching the glider, making sure he stays put. Feeling the speed, feeling the wind, feeling the pitch pressure..........it's beautiful........and then the moment the glider pilot is waiting for, when I am satisfied that I have put him into the middle of a good thermal, I give the release signal - my arm out-stretched, waving it up and down............That sudden surge as he releases, a glance over my shoulder to see which way he is turning.....Yawing the Dragon to get a fix on the towline to make sure it is still attatched (R800 per line - we lost one at La Mercy). Then it's down, down, down to fetch the next one....and it's playing all the way down
Full-blown spins, Split -S's, wing overs, just get down..........swoop low, drop the tow line as we don't want to land with it due to the stony surface, then tight circuit for a full stop.
As I land, the girls are there to hook up the next guy.......all ready, safety checks done........one girl runs 100m ahead to be my signal co-ordinator - 'all out, all out......'..... My eyes are glued to my signal lady, the slightest sign that she indicates a stop and I re-lease that line.........Feel the drag, feel the wind, rotate, (check the mirror - dust, can't see a thing) ,check in ground effect for just 2secs (check the mirror again, glider good), then max climb. I have already been scanning the area for thermal indicators, birds of prey, swallows, dust rising, smoke rising, butterflies.........300feet AGL and I start searching............the thermal hunt is on..........Sometimes you smell it, sometimes it hits like a wall of water, sometimes it shakes the hell out of you and gives you tons of sink just before hammering you........each one is different.......but you get to know them, to read the signs, and before long you have figured out where the house thermal triggers, what the trigger interval is, and you set your sights................
Today, Tuesday, Stefan never got away, and after 2 launches, packed it up. Paulie flew 90km's, Anton 80km's, and Tony flew over 350km to land between Middelburg and Steynsburg. Have a look at your map, folk. That's an admirable achievement, all the way from Prieska. That's the equivalent of Durban to past Harrismith, in a straight line!!! And what a modest guy! I spoke to him earlier, and all he said was "Great tow Dave. See you later" Wow!!
At the time of writing this, we still have not heard from Reinhardt. Chances are he is in for a long walk, as there is most probably no cell-signal where he has landed. That's a day in the life of a 'flat-land long distance hang glider pilot'.....awesome stuff.
And now I'm off to the local pub for a few drinks with the gang....
Cheers.

From the left: Anton (Local lad, from Cape Town), Reinhardt, Stefan, Paulie, Self, Stephanie, Rosi and Tony
The first 2 hang glider pilots, Stefan and Paulie, together with Sylvia (their retrieve driver) arrived last Thursday, and no time was wasted. By sunset we had already performed out first test flight. Performance not that great at this altitude, but we will make it work!
On Friday the other 2 guys, Tony and Reinhardt, together with Rosi(their retrieve driver) arrived and Anton arrived from Cape Town on Saturday.
5 Hang Glider pilots, all world class, and one Dragon.........the scene is set....

the locals, checking it out
The gliders are state of the art. 2 ATOS Rigid wing Gliders, 2 Aeros Combat (topless) and 1 La Mouette (topless)..
Day one sees everyone off on a 'recce' flight....Tony and Reinhardt casually do 150km out and return flights, while the other fellows stay local. The mood is set.......

Reinhardt, preparing his days task
Then we have the mother of all thunderstorms. 60kt gusts.....Roof sheeting ripped off houses, 150year old trees easlily blown over, dust bins rolling down streets, road signs ripped out of the ground, vizibility down to about 40m (dust)......man, what a storm..The day was predicted for thunderstorms, so no gliding........
The next day, after scouring the met data, we planned the course to Douglas 129km.........Tony, Reinhardt and Anton made it, while Stefan made 80km. Paulie had a nerve-wrecking tow, and his mind was screwed. He landed within 5 mins and called it a day.
I had nothing to do, so took Anton's lil' landrover and drove to Douglas to fetch him. It is a great atmosphere when you collect the pilots. The energy is electric, the talk just flying, the km's home pass all to quickly.........

Our office, under the big tree
This morning we planned a flight in a southerly direction, making use of the winds predicted........Thermic activity was not expected to become more than moderate, so a reasonable flight to De Aar was planned. The tug's were hard work, seeking out the thermals, coring them with the gliders under tow, no time to look at ASI or VSI, it's seat of the pants stuff. You feel the thermals, you feel the sink, you instinctively steepen the bank through the sink, again instinctively levelling off for a moment as you encounter the rising air again, then banking again. All the time watching the glider, making sure he stays put. Feeling the speed, feeling the wind, feeling the pitch pressure..........it's beautiful........and then the moment the glider pilot is waiting for, when I am satisfied that I have put him into the middle of a good thermal, I give the release signal - my arm out-stretched, waving it up and down............That sudden surge as he releases, a glance over my shoulder to see which way he is turning.....Yawing the Dragon to get a fix on the towline to make sure it is still attatched (R800 per line - we lost one at La Mercy). Then it's down, down, down to fetch the next one....and it's playing all the way down

As I land, the girls are there to hook up the next guy.......all ready, safety checks done........one girl runs 100m ahead to be my signal co-ordinator - 'all out, all out......'..... My eyes are glued to my signal lady, the slightest sign that she indicates a stop and I re-lease that line.........Feel the drag, feel the wind, rotate, (check the mirror - dust, can't see a thing) ,check in ground effect for just 2secs (check the mirror again, glider good), then max climb. I have already been scanning the area for thermal indicators, birds of prey, swallows, dust rising, smoke rising, butterflies.........300feet AGL and I start searching............the thermal hunt is on..........Sometimes you smell it, sometimes it hits like a wall of water, sometimes it shakes the hell out of you and gives you tons of sink just before hammering you........each one is different.......but you get to know them, to read the signs, and before long you have figured out where the house thermal triggers, what the trigger interval is, and you set your sights................
Today, Tuesday, Stefan never got away, and after 2 launches, packed it up. Paulie flew 90km's, Anton 80km's, and Tony flew over 350km to land between Middelburg and Steynsburg. Have a look at your map, folk. That's an admirable achievement, all the way from Prieska. That's the equivalent of Durban to past Harrismith, in a straight line!!! And what a modest guy! I spoke to him earlier, and all he said was "Great tow Dave. See you later" Wow!!
At the time of writing this, we still have not heard from Reinhardt. Chances are he is in for a long walk, as there is most probably no cell-signal where he has landed. That's a day in the life of a 'flat-land long distance hang glider pilot'.....awesome stuff.
And now I'm off to the local pub for a few drinks with the gang....
Cheers.