US Hawks Hang Gliding Association

bobk wrote:Ken Andrews is USHPA's newly elected Region 3 Director. Ken will be at Dockweiler this coming Sunday (January 24th, 2016) for a mixture of flying and discussions.

All Friends of Dockweiler are encouraged to show up for what promises to be a fun and informative day at the beach.

RickMasters wrote:Are the 115 paragliding deaths* in 2015 a topic for discussion?

* just the ones I know of.

fcolver wrote:

RickMasters wrote:Are the 115 paragliding deaths* in 2015 a topic for discussion?

* just the ones I know of.

Probably not, but then anything can be a topic of general conversation.

The near future of Dockweiler hang gliding will certainly be up for discussion. Paragliding is not allowed there (county rules).

Frank

Plain Stupidity (and/or some odd combination of two or more of these).

wingspan33 wrote:IMHO the dominant motives involved with these three individuals are likely to include #1) Greed #2) Corruption and #3) Plain Stupidity (and/or some odd combination of two or more of these).

RickMasters wrote:Hubris.
Herd behavior.
Concussions.
Inability to count.

Rudyard Kipling wrote:
If you can keep your head when all about you
   Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
   But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
   Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
   And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
   If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
   And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
   Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
   And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
   And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
   And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
   To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
   Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
   Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
   If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
   With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
   And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.