IamNabil
Senior Member
So, in the other thread, thoughts on the radian vs the bixler I spoke about not knowing what to get, and trying to find something interesting to fly before this weekend, which is forecast to be the nicest weekend this summer. I called every shop within three hundred miles, and not a single one had ANYTHING on my list. I was a very sad panda. And then I found a shop, about one hundred and ten miles away, in Saratoga, called Adirondack Train and Hobby. Not a very promising name, and called them. The man that answered the phone was concerned, helpful, and (I think) named Frank. Anyway, I told him that I wanted a starter glider, and I wanted it for this weekend. I listed a few models I was looking for, and he started to apologize, saying he couldn't help me, when he stopped short.
"Ever heard of a Calypso?" he asked.
"No," I replied.
"It's brand new. Just got it last week. Not many other stores have them. Glider, from Flyzone," he explained.
"Tell me about it. Who makes it? I'm new, I've never heard of Flyzone"
*clack**clack**clack* went my keyboard, as my fingers flew across the black plastic chicklets on my MacBook Pro. I was only sort of half listening to Frank, as the Flyzone website came up, and I was disappointed. Calling it less-than-elegant is an understatement. Then I clicked on the list of planes, and my mood soured further. Nothing on the page was what I was looking.... stop.
There! The long, green tipped wings gives it away. I look at the pictures. I try paying attention more to Frank, but I am caught, pulled between two masters. My greed and impatience on one side, my appreciation for grace and beauty on the other.
I, mumbling, I am sure, asked Frank "What do you think it would cost to ship this to Burlington, Vermont, and get it here before close of business tomorrow?"
"I don't know. There is a UPS store right across the road. I could call them and ask, if you'd like," he replied.
After giving him my zip code, I hung up the phone, and waited for the call back. I was excited, but also pretty sure that it wasn't going to happen the way I wanted. I would have to round up the wife and dog, and take a little road trip. I love driving, but I want to be flying! I've never flown something this large, and I am getting punch-drunk looking at the pictures.
Frank called me back ten minutes after I hung up the phone. And then he told me.
"Sixteen dollars for UPS ground. They tell me that you will almost certainly have it tomorrow, but they can't guarantee it. Saturday delivery is a bit more."
I gave him my card number immediately. Last night was spent reading the scant, but glowing, reviews on the Calypso.
Today, I walked into my office at 1300, in from a security meeting for a client, and there, on my desk, all brown and long and shiny, was my Calypso package.
It had arrived.
*Certainly to be continued!*
"Ever heard of a Calypso?" he asked.
"No," I replied.
"It's brand new. Just got it last week. Not many other stores have them. Glider, from Flyzone," he explained.
"Tell me about it. Who makes it? I'm new, I've never heard of Flyzone"
*clack**clack**clack* went my keyboard, as my fingers flew across the black plastic chicklets on my MacBook Pro. I was only sort of half listening to Frank, as the Flyzone website came up, and I was disappointed. Calling it less-than-elegant is an understatement. Then I clicked on the list of planes, and my mood soured further. Nothing on the page was what I was looking.... stop.
There! The long, green tipped wings gives it away. I look at the pictures. I try paying attention more to Frank, but I am caught, pulled between two masters. My greed and impatience on one side, my appreciation for grace and beauty on the other.
I, mumbling, I am sure, asked Frank "What do you think it would cost to ship this to Burlington, Vermont, and get it here before close of business tomorrow?"
"I don't know. There is a UPS store right across the road. I could call them and ask, if you'd like," he replied.
After giving him my zip code, I hung up the phone, and waited for the call back. I was excited, but also pretty sure that it wasn't going to happen the way I wanted. I would have to round up the wife and dog, and take a little road trip. I love driving, but I want to be flying! I've never flown something this large, and I am getting punch-drunk looking at the pictures.
Frank called me back ten minutes after I hung up the phone. And then he told me.
"Sixteen dollars for UPS ground. They tell me that you will almost certainly have it tomorrow, but they can't guarantee it. Saturday delivery is a bit more."
I gave him my card number immediately. Last night was spent reading the scant, but glowing, reviews on the Calypso.
Today, I walked into my office at 1300, in from a security meeting for a client, and there, on my desk, all brown and long and shiny, was my Calypso package.
It had arrived.
*Certainly to be continued!*