My dad has a grass runway at his place as well. I witnessed one ultralite crash there myself. Guy stalled from maybe 60' on landing and dropped like a stone. Was kinda funny cause he didn't get hurt but his plane was pretty messed up. It was funny cause my dad was also watching and cussing the guy out for coming in so slow. He just kept saying "he's gonna drop".
Another "brainiac" needed some more gas to get home but everyone was out. Soooo he looks at myb MX'er in the back of my truck and says "got any gas for that thing?" I said yea, but I'm sure it's mixed way too lean for you. He didn't care and filled her up and flew away!!!! I **** you not, this guy had a half roll of duct tape holding his "craft" together. Any desire I had to fly was gone after meeting some of these tools. My father is also out of it now though he does own some hangers on an airport still. I can think of better hobbies myself
