Why is Soaring declining

It makes no difference really, three people worked very hard to get me
to try it, two more joined them in trying to counteract the badmouth,
only to meet with failure because of a small number of people with fat
heads and huge egos. The end result, Egotist, one, soaring, zero.
Not the total cause, but enough that I decided the expense I was
paying wasn't worth it. I can stay at home and be ignored, which sure
beats going to the field and being irritated.

One of the "Michaels", don't remember which, once declared me as a
"total loss". Guess he was right, but I'm still the one that came out
on top.

This persons self confidence seems to be close to zero when it comes
to soaring, given he gave up because of one other persons opinion. Or
were there more, perhaps...?
On the other hand his self confidence seems to be equally unlimited
while he tries to convince the soaring world they are all making a big
mistake, he's the only one who's wright, trying with amazing amount of
time and energy to prove they are all terribly wrong in all their
positive thoughts about this sport and don't know what they are doing.

I can stay at home and be ignored...

Very obvious you can't.

but I'm still the one that came out on top.

Can't quite see how, given the cloudbase at 6500ft and me at 9000ft
yesterday ridgesoaring the clouds. The beauty of it was overwhelming.
Hard to understand how anyone can desperately not want such an
experience.
And more than that - he doesn't want any one else having it, either.
OK I can understand that - it's called jealousy and is quite common.
Nothing to worry about, Lenny.

(Marcel Duenner) wrote in message . com...

Can't quite see how, given the cloudbase at 6500ft and me at 9000ft
yesterday ridgesoaring the clouds. The beauty of it was overwhelming.
Hard to understand how anyone can desperately not want such an
experience.
And more than that - he doesn't want any one else having it, either.
OK I can understand that - it's called jealousy and is quite common.
Nothing to worry about, Lenny.

And me, not having any signatures in the logbook, while I stand around
my 27 metalworking machines, all of them paid for. (Plus about a ton
of raw material to choose from to make whatever crosses my mind.
(Lately, scale models of 16th century Russian naval cannon.))