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by Paul Clark (Lost in the pages of the last edition of the NSP bible of R/C Soaring, The Catalog, is Sky Pilot's article, "Joe the Champ." Joe, being a little adverse to this hero stuff, after a pre-read, suggested I get another opinion. Well, here is what the Old Buzzard had to say about it, "Paul....This is great! Readers will LOVE it. Hero building is an important part of the sport." Guess he won't mind this piece.)
The eventual telling of the whole tale will be called "A 'Light' History of RCHLG." It should have been finished long ago, but even deadlines have not helped fill in the blanks of this yet short-lived art form of flinging-wings-into-the-sky-under-electronic-control history any faster! Well! There IS work! And some characters are just hard to pin down, some hard to find. While the twenty-year history of RCHLG does have many principals and a lot of characters, including some birds other than the Sunbird, the inciting factors behind what has become a worldwide phenomenon are not hard to identify. There is no doubting that Bill Northrop's magazine Model Builder provided the support and venue that midwifed RCHLG; and that MB's soaring columnist Bill Forrey's coverage of the Annual Inland Soaring Society RCHLG contest was responsible for fanning the spark into a flame.
The subtitle on the March article read, "Dave takes a break from his series on sailplane design and instead proposes a new type of R/C sailplane event, designed to separate the real pilots from the "experts." What followed was the gospel of Hand Launch according to the Old Buzzard. He wrote: Way back in the romantic past....about 1973, I think....I witnessed something down in Phoenix, Arizona, that shook my World View to its roots [the ever philosophical if not theological, Old Buzzard!]. I saw a fellow modeler toss a Graupner "Cirrus" into a long test glide, and then, instead of keeping the wings level for the landing, the fool pulled it up into a shallow bank … at less than six feet of altitude! I held my breath, waiting for the crash. It never came. Instead, the Cirrus held its bank angle through a wide, smooth circle, upwind, crosswind, downwind, and suddenly it was coming back, right at us! While I ducked, my fellow modeler stood his ground and caught that four-pound beast by the nose! What an idiot! "You do that on purpose?" I asked, crawling out from under the car. "Yup," he said, and did it again. I thought about this for a minute. I lived in Albuquerque at the time, and I was supposed to be the local Glider Guru. And I had told everybody there that you couldn't DO a 360 degree turn from a hand launch. I went back to Albuquerque and called the faithful together. "God has given unto me a revelation," I told them. Thereafter, we all tossed our planes and caught them, and the planes stayed new a lot longer, because the state of New Mexico is made out of the same stuff they make garnet paper from, only on a much larger scale.
Now! Listen to the rest of the story, "In the beginning there was this buzzard . . ." AHhh!! Let Dave tell it in his own words for the first time in print: Can only think of one other tale incidental to early HL, and that's how it came about. I was living in the sticks near the town of Sebastopol, about 50 miles N of the Golden Gate Bridge, last house on a dirt road that dead-ended in a bird refuge. I was down on modeling, spending time writing a novel. (Lousy novel, incidentally.) Stepped out of the house one AM about tennish, just as a buzzard zipped over low, around 30 feet. In the field directly in front of the house he got bumped....I could see his right wing go up clearly. He turned left, came around and got bumped again. Then promptly turned the wrong way a second time! By now I'm shouting instructions to him, which he's ignoring. Third circle (down below the phone lines, now) the idiot finally turns INTO the lift, and slowly climbs out. I say to myself, heck, I know more than that turkey about soaring, maybe I should build something I could toss up there into that kind of air. The something was a crude all-sheet-balsa device that later evolved into the Sunbird.AND here is a post script dedicated to all those with sore rotors with "Thanks!" to the Old Buzzard, himself and May God Bless!! What I think I never mentioned in the mag stuff was OHLG's effect on my lumbar region: not good. I 'bout crippled myself during a ten-mile practice run for the '79 team thing: lower back went out, had to be hauled home, took six weeks and some chiropractic to walk again without severe sciatic pain. Gotta believe it was at least partly from too much toss-toss-toss: I'd go out in the morning with two Sunbirds and run down both 225 ma packs before quitting. If I were ambidextrous it would be different, but hours of uninterrupted tossing, all on one side, is probably pretty unbalancing. Now (age 52: wiser....Sep'94) I work out at spa 3x a week, and the tossing I do (mostly FF HLG, rarely more than an hour straight) has no bad effects.Reflecting philosophically on the wonder-phenomenon of RCHLG Dave commented in Old Buzzard's Soaring Book; "One of the few certainties of life is this: Pioneers have all the fun. I hope you'll keep playing [with design] until you stumble onto something new and different, something that lights your fire the way RC handlaunch did for me. The future of soaring is as wide open as the blue sky above you." Anyone for foamie combat; some DS'ing!!??
Well!! No lack of certainty here. No question about whom to blame, I mean, give the credit. Dave Albert Thornburg, alias "Old Buzzard"; the Sunbird Classic, your day in the sun, finds you guilty as charged and duly sentences you to endure the delight of knowing how much FUN you have brought around the world to so many. --Sky Pilot, RCHLG Aficionado
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