Ever have one if those days when the "Sky Goddess" wakes up pissed off and looks down to see who to hassle and picks you?
I think she picked me today.
Just finished a work deadline, winds predicted to stay under 6 mph all day, temps down in the 70's instead of the 90's, and a new PZ Spit to play with. Life is good.
Yeah it is a little cloudy, but so what. Load up 3 planes and head for the field. I no sooner get there and get the first plane set up and down comes the rain. Ahh well, hang out and visit some and wait for it to pass - not really supposd to rain today anyway.
Two hours later I am soaked to the bone, no blue sky anywhere, so I head back home. I am not home for more than `15 minutes and the rain stops and the skies start to clear up. So I wait about an hour to be sure, and then head back to the flying field.
The flying field is a city designated flying area next to the city art center. I get back there and there are cars everywhere - parked all over the field. No way I can fly. Back home again.
That's OK, I can work on some planes and organize some of the hobby stuff n the garage. Need bigger wheels on the Spit anyway, she is nosing over on the grass.
So I change wheels, build another plane rack, clean up the garage enough to make room for it, sort through a bunch of hobby stuff, and I am content.
But I really did want to get a couple more flights on the Spit today. So at around 6pm I head to a park near my house just to try out the new wheels. She noses over twice -wheels are rubbing on the strut - darn - did not notice that.
Oh well, I will just run a quick flight on the Trojan to get her trimmed - changed the radio she was on - and head back home.
But I have the thought - I guess I am just not supposed to fly today - but one quick flight should be fine.
So I am getting the Trojan ready - it is in the bed of my pick up and I am leaning slightly over the side to connect the battery - radio is on - throttle is off - I always check that - I connect the battery and put on the hatch - the radio falls over - full throttle - prop pins my hand agains the inside of the truck bed - not good - I yell a couple of choice words and shut down the throttle with my left hand.
The two guys playing tennis next to where I am parked run to the fence and ask if i am OK. I pull my hand up from inside the bed to take a look at the damage and we watch the blood dripping off my finger tips. They offer me a band aid - the whole back of my hand is red and the blood is dripping off all four fingertips. I am wondering what it looks like under all the blood, but I am pretty sure a band aid isn't going to help much, so I say "Nah - I will just run home and take care of it.
So I put the Trojan and the Spit back in the truck. The prop on the Trojan is snapped off - no wonder my hand hurts - and drive home - only 3 blocks.
I walk in the house and my wife sees my red hand and says "What did you do now?" Such confidence she has in me LOL.
So after I wash up good with soap and water and get the blood off I can see I have six nice slices runing down the back of my hand. Lucky no fingers or wrist got involved. I just have a nice bruise on the back of my hand.
But the good news is that I will not catch any flack tonight about watching the Michigan / Notre Dame game - sympathy is a powerful thing and stupidity has it's own rewards.
Soooo, hopefully the "Sky Goddess" had had her fun with me today and I am now off the hook, but watchout, no telling who could be next on the list.