Rock music energizes the pilots as they sit around on Lone Tree Hill take off,silently keeping an eye on the stubborn westerly wind that just wont swing around.
The lack of clouds allow the sun to do what it does best - create lekker thermals,stonkers, beepers,call it what you will, as long as it goes up and promises to take you along. If only this wind can get it's act together. The windsock constantly betrays it's intent.
