[ciachu]

Witam,

mam okazję kupic takie skrzydełko, jednak z powodu odległości nie jestem w stanie go przetestować. Prosze o opinie uzytkowników jak sie na tym lata, jak się holuje, itp.
Jestem pilotem okazjonalnym, latam rzadko i zależy mi na bezpieczeństwie ale zarazem lubię lotne skrzydełka. Cena za skrzydło z 2004 to około 3000 PLN.
jeszcze tylko pytanie dotyczące gelvenoru, czy rzeczywiście trzyma parametry a po np. 8-10 latach nagle mocno traci na przewiewności?
Interesuje mnie rozmiar S 80-100kg, ważę 77kg.

Za wszelkie odpowiedzi z góry dziekuję. Jesli ktoś ma jakiś inny pomysł na bezpieczne i lotne skrzydełko, chetnie wysłucham rady.

Pozdrawiam,

Ciachu

[Solek]

Ja nie wypowiem się co do kwestji skrzydłą a tylko co do kwestii gelvenoru. Byłem straszony że to przestażay materiał i produkcyjnie nie został tak rozwiniety jak skytex dlatego jest gorszy. Metr kwadratowy gelvenoru jest cięższy niż skatexu. Jesli startujesz na zawodach i chodzi Ci o zredukowanie masy startowej do minimum, to powinieneś zrezygnować. Skrzydłą zrobione ze skytexu łatwiej wstają - tzn. trzeba użyć mniej siły aby je podnieść (wiem bo próbowałęm). Skrzydła zrobione z gelvenoru są przynajmniej o jeden kilogram cięższe od tych zrobionych z skytexu (i to w najmniejszym rozmiarze, w większych ta różnica się zwieksza). No a teraz trochę zalet. Na startowisku widziałem jak korzenie tną skytex jak papier natomiast gelvenor jest o wiele bardziej wytrzymały. Krzaki nie dziurawią gelvenoru tak łatwo jak skytexu. Można przyjąć, że gelvenor jest mocniejszym materiałem niż skytex - natomiast nie wiem w jakim stopniu. Mam skrzydło dwa lata (od nowości) i nie ma w nim ani jednej dziurki czy rozdarci (drugi stopień to to że bardzo o nie dbam).

PS - najbardziej skrzydło niszczą słońce i Polskie startowiska.

Co do skrzydła jeśli kupisz to odrazu je rozpakuj i oglądaj centymetr po centymetrze, bo może zdarzyć się tak że znajdziesz dziurkę o której właściciel nie wiedział. Zadbaj też o papiery do skrzydłą - dopuszczenie do lotu i test przewiewności.

[ciachu]

Cześć,

Dzieki za komentarz, szkoda, że nie latałeś na Mamboo i nie możesz podzielic się wrażeniami. Cóż może ktos jeszcze odpowie na mój post.
Co do Gelvenoru zgadzam się jest cieższy ale to skrzydło wazy 6 kg a ja nie startuję na zawodach, więc chyba ten minus mnie nie dotyczy.
Przewiewność 2700sek natarcie, i 2000sek spływ, to chyba ok?!

Pozdrawiam,

Ciachu

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　Later, when she mentioned to her husband how she missed those lilacs, he popped up from his chair. "I know where we can find you all you want, "he said. "Get the kids and c'mon. "

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