Semana de pena??
Is 'semana de pena' as rude as it sounds?
Paris wants to know.
The Paper Aircraft Released Into Space team would like to apologise to those Reg readers who were hanging round their monitors on Tuesday expecting some form of PARIS launch activity. In the event, a series of technical problems forced a last-minute scrub. Most of these were minor glitches, but rather more seriously, the team' …
Problem isn't the wind.
It's the simple fact your boss won't let you and your team spend any money on cheap plonk. i.e., you can't get wasted on company money any more ....You're fooling nobody!
Seriously, good luck for tomorrow. It's a real shame the camera wimped out, that would've been epic footage. (Why not pop it in anyway, just in case?).
I'll be on regular updates.
-Cheers, I think it'll work. Nicely.
No mention of any test flights - surely any model aeroplane needs to be test flown to trim the CG and aerodynamic surfaces? How do we know this thing is going to fly at all? On the other hand, looking at the photos, any test flight is probably *not* going to be a non-destructive test :-)
And for those not versed in our beautiful Lengua Española, here's my unofficial translation of the local rag's article:
The Vulture I didn't fly.
The flight of the paper airplane that was supposed to launch this weekend from Peña Negra, was suspended due to strong wind gusts from the west that prevented the launch of the carrier balloon; however, this did not stop the christening of the plane which is to take photographic shots and video of the surroundings for an English enterprise. The event has been delayed until the next week.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up up the long delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor even eagle flew
And while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Good luck for the flight!
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