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Tony Verhulst wrote:

kirk.stant wrote:
Ahh yes, the joys of the wonderful 2-33; .......

Seriously, those horrible things do more to damage the sport in the US
than an army of lawyers.

Except, of course, when you have the inside view of a glider crash. Then
(and only then) that's the glider you want to be in.

Tony V "6N"

My wife and I once had a pretty good out-and-return in a 2-33. It was an
April day with a long dark cloudstreet stretching off to the horizon. We
got to the base at 5000 agl to find it raining and snowing a bit, much
of which seemed to find it's way into my station in the back seat. I
flew out to the end of the cloudstreet (20+ miles). Being on the edge of
serious hypothermia at that point, I let the wife fly the return leg
while I huddled down with my frozen hands in my pockets.

Trying to think of other things the 2-33 is good for... Oh, it's a great
bomb drop ship. At Caesar Creek, my wife would fly and I'd carpet bomb
the windsock target by shoving armloads of flour bombs out the back
window. Rich Griffiths and Wayne Crist had rigged up a "sport canopy" on
their privately owned 2-33. They'd make goggled, leather helmeted low
altitude runs on the target with silk scarves flapping. Pulling up
spectacularly from redline would get them a full 15 feet of extra
altitude. Plenty to scrape it around for a landing. Ah, those were the
days...