Discussions de vol libre au Québec

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Sent: Tuesday, December 02, 1997 11:47 PM

To: Louis Bastarache

Subject: Output of your job "basl"

Martine Coulombe <fetevolib@QUEBECTEL.COM> has been added to the VOL-LIBRE

list. Notification has been sent to fetevolib@QUEBECTEL.COM.

que

du parapatente, elle a de l'énergie à revendre.

Patrick Golliot

56, rue Louis Ouellet

Mont-Saint-Pierre, Québec

G0E 1V0

E-mail : carefour@quebectel.com

Internet : www.carrefouraventure.com

Téléphone: 418-797-5033

> Bienvenue a Martine dans le groupe de discussion, meme si elle ne fait =

que

> du parapatente, elle a de l'energie à revendre.

Energie a revendre??? Combien pour profiter de son energie ;)

Louis Bastarache

Concierge opportuniste

From: Brown, Russ

Sent: Wednesday, December 03, 1997 5:45 AM

To: hg list

Subject: My crazy dream

I went to sleep last night in my usual way, imagining I was circling in lift.

Smooth, wide lift.. higher,... higher.....z zzzzZZzZZZZZZZZZZZZ

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

I pulled up to the Elsinore LZ and noticed something was different. There's a

comfy clubhouse (!) in the LZ equipped with an actual BATHROOM! Also, the

license plate tags on all the vehicles say "04".... Hmmmm.

Just then, Marc Whisman greeted me. He was wearing a USHGA cap and matching

t-shirt.

"Hey, Russ! I haven't seen you in a while! Good news! This is now a

USHGA-regulated site! Let me show you around..."

He pointed east to the Ortega Oaks Market where we buy our beer.

"That's now the Exxtacy factory. Turns out that a couple of years ago the

kickbacks to the Russian mafia got to be too much, so they left the Ukraine and

bought our LZ! I would say they saved the site, but it turned out not to matter

much since Bill Gates' tragic death last year. You probably heard that he left

his entire estate to the Koscis Site Fund."

"You don't say..." I mumbled.

"Let's get you set up with the latest in instrumentation," he said, handing me

what looked like a half-size Palm Pilot computer. "Let's just enter your USHGA

number here. There. Listen, they PAY YOU a minimum of 5 bucks a flight to fly

with this on your basetube!"

I weighed it in my hand. "You don't say..." I mumbled.

After launching I pressed the terminal's "on" button. A window popped up on the

full-color active matrix screen: "Press <Enter> for first-time instructions,

else <backspace>"

"I don't need no stinkin' instructions," I thought. But as I went for the

backspace key I was bumped by a bubble and accidentally hit Enter. "Doh!"

The instructions scrolled up.

"Welcome, Russ Brown, to the Gates Foundation's Elsinore Micrometeorology

Survey. Although no known technology can yet see thermals, the scientists here

at the Gates Foundation have designed this device to mark and catalog in

real-time any lift that you find. The database created from a multitude of

these terminals, coupled with data from a grid of over 5,000 windtalkers will

provide a valuable endowment of knowledge to future generations of hang glider

pilots. Thank you for participating as one of our micrometeorological

surveyors."

It continued:

"This is a Differential GPS radio tracking device accurate to within 2 cm. Your

mission is simply to find thermals - the terminal will automatically send your

flight data to our mainframe's database. By flying with this unit, $5.00 will

be deposited in your personal bank account. In addition, every thermal you find

will be rewarded with cash based inversely on how many other pilots have found

that same thermal.

"For example, the Elsinore house thermals are presently worth $.0001. Certain

thermals 2 miles across the lake are presently worth from $2.00 to $6.00. The

best thermal found within the last 3 months and within 50 miles of launch was a

$2000.00 beauty caught just ahead of the shear in a canyon North of Anza Valley.

Truly a trophy thermal."

"ARRRRRGHHHH!" I screamed. "Shit! I almost flew into that guy! I better get

my nose out of this monitor and fly! Say... I know a spot where I'll bet no one

has been. Man, I could make some real dough today with a little luck..."

It began turning into a near-epic day. One pilot is reporting getting to 8,500

MSL and heading east. I rush to catch up. My goal is to work my way 40 miles

east to a spot on Southern California's largest mountain, San Gorgornio, where I

think I can find a thermal worth 2 thousand bucks, easy. Maybe 3!!

I snag thermal after thermal over the flats. I see about 10 other guys racing

around. Wow! I just hooked one over Perris worth $4.50 and my bank account is

now up to $19.80! This is like stealing!!

An hour later I'd squeaked over the Lamb Canyon badlands and was entering prime

thermal hunting grounds. San Gorgornio was looming ahead, still capped by snow,

and protected by 2 foothill ranges. I aggressively flew into the desolate grasp

of the first range and was greeted by the sweet sound of my cash register, ah, I

mean my vario. A $26.00 thermal, not bad! But I was after bigger game.

Alone now, I pushed ever deeper into the mountains. There was no way I could

glide out now, I was committed. $150.00, $225.00, the obvious spine thermals

must have been worked a few times before. I needed to glide in deeper. My

drift clued me that there was a chance I could find a lee side thermal off a

granite face inside a box canyon I spotted just a mile deeper in.

A $340.00 thermal allowed me the altitude to glide over a lone windtalker on the

ridgeline and into a tree-studded canyon. A little voice in the back of my head

was yelling at me but I knew the big one was now within reach. Closer, closer,

I was now nearing the granite face. The air was getting turbulent. It better

be here... BOOM!! A 200 fpm lifesaver!! I looked down at my terminal and

read... $10,000.00!!!! I now had $10,893.00!!!

"YEEEHAAA!! I'm rich! Now I can buy a new Exxtacy!" I screamed. Climbing back

over the ridgetop, I slipped out of the lift and back to safety of the valley.

Just then I realized I had made a mistake in my excitement. I HAD ANOTHER RANGE

TO CROSS. I should have worked that lift longer... but now I can't get back!

No problem, I'll go back to the thermal I worked in this canyon just a half hour

ago. But something was wrong. The wind had changed and the thermal wasn't

there now!! I was getting lower, lower. I've never had to make a tree

landing... shit!! I need lift!!

Something flashed on the terminal which caught my eye: "Based on windtalker and

temperature data, there is a 95 percent probability that thermal number 4510

will be working. It is within your glide range. Cost to you: $3000.00. Press

<Enter> to accept."

"What??!! This thing is now CHARGING ME?!!" I said, "I'll be darned if I'm

going to give up a brand new super-rigid wing just to find a thermal!!"

I refused with 'backspace' as I zoomed over to a circling bird. "C'mon baby!!

This is my last hope!!" The damned hawk started flapping just as I got close

and now I was really sweating bullets. There was nowhere to go and I was more

than desperate.

The display flashed: "Thermal 4510 within your glide range. Cost to you:

$11,000.00"!! With no other alternative, I pressed 'Enter' and arrows on the

monitor immediately directed me to thermal 4510. Instantly my panic subsided

and I worked the 50 fpm lift to the top, my concentration so intense that I

momentarily forgot about my lost money, and my vanished dream of a new glider.

45 miles away, back at the clubhouse in the LZ, the laughter was subsiding as

the pilots who landed in the regular LZ, merrily drinking beer, turned away from

the big screen map of glider icons. The last XC pilot had safely landed for the

day, another newbie that had just learned an old lesson: he may occasionally

throw you a bone, but the little guy NEVER wins against Bill Gates.

Russ Brown

De : Patrick Golliot <carefour@GLOBETROTTER.QC.CA>

À : VOL-LIBRE@LISTES.ULAVAL.CA <VOL-LIBRE@LISTES.ULAVAL.CA>

Date : 3 décembre, 1997 12:55

Objet : Bienvenue à Martine

>Bienvenue à Martine dans le groupe de discussion, même si elle ne fait que

>du parapatente, elle a de l'énergie à revendre.

>Patrick Golliot

>56, rue Louis Ouellet

>Mont-Saint-Pierre, Québec

>G0E 1V0

Je me joint à Patrick et les autres pour souhaiter la bienvenue à Martine.

Attention la gang vous aller être envahie par les USES ( gens de

Mont-St-Pierre )

Wilson Bernatchez

wilsonbe@globetrotter.qc.ca

>E-mail : carefour@quebectel.com

>Internet : www.carrefouraventure.com

>Téléphone: 418-797-5033

>

> =

> -----Message d'origine-----

> De : Patrick Golliot <carefour@GLOBETROTTER.QC.CA>

> À : VOL-LIBRE@LISTES.ULAVAL.CA <VOL-LIBRE@LISTES.ULAVAL.CA>

> Date : 3 décembre, 1997 12:55

> Objet : Bienvenue à Martine

> =

> >Bienvenue à Martine dans le groupe de discussion, même si elle ne fa=

it que

> >du parapatente, elle a de l'énergie à revendre.

> >Patrick Golliot

> >56, rue Louis Ouellet

> >Mont-Saint-Pierre, Québec

> >G0E 1V0

> =

> Je me joint à Patrick et les autres pour souhaiter la bienvenue à Mar=

tine.

> Attention la gang vous aller être envahie par les USES ( gens de

> Mont-St-Pierre )

> =

> Wilson Bernatchez

> wilsonbe@globetrotter.qc.ca

> =

> >E-mail : carefour@quebectel.com

> >Internet : www.carrefouraventure.com

> >Téléphone: 418-797-5033

> >

Mais qui est cette célèbre Martine ??? Elle semble très populaire.

Dick

Et bien oui...bienvenue

Et à Martin aussi, qui est à la même adresse.

Toute une réception à nos 2 organisateurs de la dernières Fête du vol libre.

Bienvenue dans notre liste à ceux qui nous recoivent si bien à Mont

St-Pierre

Bye

Marco

Allez dériver dans le plus sérieux des sites de vol libre Québécois sur le

WWW.