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Uncle Fuzzy wrote:

On May 6, 10:29*pm, RRK wrote:
* * *I'm sure I'm not the only X-country sailor who negotiate the lift
deals with the God. You know. You get low, nothing is working, landing
options are limited and there....a little too far away... you see the
very last chance. You have to ask The Almighty for a little help and
have to promise Him something.
Please share you thoughts and ultimate outcomes ?

I'm usually too busy looking for lift, or a somewhere to put my glider
that won't total it, to enter any negotiations. I do spend some time
swearing at my audio vario! Regular sacrifices to the lift gods
during campouts (last year's soaring hat, well used sectionals, etc.)
accompanied by clever (or not) speeches or TOSTS are just the ticket.
So far, so good.

The wreckage of a crashed Cherokee (the homebuilt glider, not the Piper
spam can) was burned on the annual fall bonfire at Caesar Creek (Ohio,
USA) one year. The next year produced some of the best soaring ever seen
in Ohio. We concluded that the burnt offering to the lift gods was well
received.

After a subsequent wet, dreary year, we decide we needed to make
supplication to the gods once again. A large paper mache glider was
constructed. One of the glider port sages suggested that the offering
might be made more effective if we had virgins dance naked around the
fire. This idea was met with much enthusiasm, but, was ultimately
rejected when we realized that while we actually had a fair number of
virgins at the gliderport, none of them were female.