If aliens
came down from outer-space and saw what we saw for the first time over Easter,
their view of the human race's mating techniques would be severely warped.
"The mating ritual requires three grown men to rotate swiftly in a small
circle"
Seriously,
we as the honorary female members (Cheerleaders) of
N.O.C.L.A.S.S. (and yes we to have our own meaning for that lettering!)
(No Other Cleavage Leaves A Stunned Silence)
would like to say, "Ha, ha, ha, you guys look funny!!! And boy is it loud!!!
Since Easter a few things have happened, one plane has been made (pink with flowers!) and one is in the process of being made (blue with teddy bears) and we have begun lessons in flying.
Cushla's success with her very own pink plane is advancing well, even to the point where her teacher sat down and She whizzed around and around and around and around. Carri's major problem is the around and around and around bit. After borrowing Cushla's pink plane (the blue one not being made yet!) She has had two lessons. Both times concluding with her paraletically hitting the ground while the rest of the world was still going around and around and around.
Cushla has the upper hand again when it comes to the paperwork side of flying as while in Carterton she downed pom poms and learned to score combat. Carri has hopes of becoming as useful as it will hopefully relieve the monotony of things going around and around and around.
The major impressions of Control Line Flying from a female point of view can be summed up in a few words: "No wonder there's no women!!!!!!"
UNTIL NOW!!!!!!!!
Carri and
Cushla.