But this works out in the sense that:
1. I cannot imagine that the timing going on at 60 degrees South is so precise that next weekend will see another goddamned "middelbreedte-sikloon" , also known as a cold front screwing up our flying;
2. It is the Nylstroom Fly-in;
3. My Wingman Bugwar will fly with me to the event - and his softness and "little Bugwars" will join for a weekend of fun;
4. Bundy has got an ATF, and have been "convinced" (threatened)
that the best medicine for "The Beautiful Dawn", AND FOR HIM, will be a fly-away to Nylstroom. After applying the pressure screws he saw the light! 
Booking done at " Wees Gerus" for Bugwar and family, as well as Bundy's softness and family.
Myself and Bundy - we'll rough it out on the airfield under the wings - not because it is comfortable - but because it is necessary. We both need to look up at the stars from next to the Rotax, one hand on a prop blade, cold one in the other hand, and thank the sky up above for us being privy to its moods. Then later, as we sleep in our tents under our respective wings, listening to the soft whisper of the nightly winds, and the ocassional creak from the hangbolt as the wing reminds us that it actually wants to fly, we'll drift in and out of sleep as we anticipate a "Beautiful Dawn". Later, as pre-dawn breaks, we'll take of in semi-darkness, route out East to Kranskop - and hang around it until that dawn breaks.
We'll be "Living to Fly, and Flying to Live."
