I mentioned another story in my last entry, some of you may already have seen a post I did on another forum a few years back but thought I'd re-tell for those who did not see it.

I used a field to buggy in which is pretty much a rectangle, over 100m wide and about 220m long 7.4 acres, on the rhs and top edge there are erm power lines (marked in red).  Starting flat at the bottom and rising up to a flat at the top.

Okay scene set, now for the weather, it was blowing @ 20mph and I decided that it was time for me and my trusty 5m NPW to do some serious buggying.  Off I set, ran down the field in the buggy with no kite up, kite out, away we go OMG I took-off like being fired out of a canon, up to the top of the rise and back down, did this a few times, I was absolutely buzzing, stopped at the bottom, dropped the kite for a breather, I had a grin like "here's Johnny".  

Ready for next run, stake out, "Pirate, November Papa Whiskey 21 read for take-off".....

Revvin' up your engine
Listen to her howlin' roar
Metal under tension
Beggin' you to touch and go

Highway to the Danger Zone
Ride into the Danger Zone

Brakes off, whoosh, crest of hill coming up fast, ready to turn, now I'm in a surreal bubble time is slowing down, I've stopped and there is no noise, I'm mid turn and I have no kite in my hands, I look in utter disbelieve as there in front of me is my kite climbing still inflated, with two handles along for the ride.  I know get an incredibly sick feeling, I can see the kite approaching the power lines running across the top of the field, kite was too high to drop, so I decided to will it to go higher "GO ON!", like a plane's tail hook the lines caught the first power line, the handles swung under and up over the other parallel power line and continued a full arc, and back over the first, "phew that wasn't too bad", kite now powered up more, the death grip on the power lines tightened and the lines started a journey towards each other, I looked on utterly mesmerised and helpless, next a massive flash and CRACK. Oh holly sh!t.  As if things could not get any worse, I'm now out of the buggy and doing the mother of all walks of shame, the kite has now luffed and fallen across the power lines which run up the side of the field and somehow has wrapped round the two power lines, nearing the house heart thumping I can hear the house alarms going off, my wife is at the back door taking to our neighbour, "we have no power" she says, she sees the look on my face, "Oh please don't tell me it was you", I drop my head even more in shame and that's all she needed for confirmation, as in the distance another load CRACK, my kite had succeeded with it's grip on the other lines.

After placing the call to the power ppl, a posy of land rovers appeared, I walked them to the crime scene, out comes a plastic pole with a saw on the end, and he started to cut the kite lines free first, and like a gift from god my handles dropped back to earth, which I deftly picked up (£25 saved). Next the kite, he was going to go at it like Freddy Kruger, "no hang on, try cutting the lines first", so he set to work cutting the lines, it was still wrapped, I thought it must have melted, then a saw  through the heart of the kite, I was gutted, but a glimmer of hope, it started to unwrap, bit by bit, it fell down, lines checked no damage, nothing had melted!

I now had two handles a sick kite and a good ear bashing for being so foolish, do you realise the dangers blah blah.

Next morning my wife was setting off for work, "What are we not going to do today?", "Wear my killers" I proudly pronounced, "not fly a kite was what I was hoping for".

And so from the ashes arose "Zombie":

Fully re-bridled, I decided not to hide the damage and patched it in white to show his scars off.