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| Den looks longingly at the coming rain and wishes the Fonz was here to cheer things up. | Deyrykck and his Fleet o' Foxes. Micro Floh in foreground belongs to [insert name here] who flew it very smoothly in the blustery conditions. | Den watches the Gilette 2 come in. He thought the Fonz was on board, incorrectly. | [insert name here] retrieves his prey and starts to gut it in the field. It provided a good meal for four of us. |
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| This tosser has nothing to do with flying. He tooled out of a side road in front of me on my way home at a junction where, two weeks earlier a 12 yo boy had been knocked down and killed by a black VW (hit and run). Needless to say I let him know of my displeasure with his dangerous incompetence with noisy verbal insults and sign language. | |||