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Make yourself a coffee, this is a long one. 
2 days ago, bout 3pm i headed off to help out a niebour 100km south of ere.He wanted me to check out the Numery Pound, for surface water after recent rains.This pound is roughly 20squ miles of proper tiger country, ringed by shear 300" ranges, with only a coupla ground acsess routs where the pound water runoff drains through gouges in the ring.Was 45c wen i left ere, with a blustery north wind.Though it makes hard work of any low presision flyn, i like it coz it reminds me of just how controlable these little machines are.Arrived at his homestead, but noone was there, so i kept go"n, over the ring and into the pound.The roll turbulance off the rim of the ring was amazn.Soons i passed over it, i droped like a rock, down into the unorganised chaos of the pound, and kept thinkn to meself, " this is the ONLY way you ever get a look at this beautifuly ruggered country."Was only in there for bout ten mins, and was trackn along a narrow shear sided rocky gully as it decended in short drops till it joined a bigger creek, also shear sided, only it was deeper, the rocks were bigger, and the lush green scrub thicker. [ all of wot happens in, and wot gose through my mind in the next paragragh takes about 1 1/2 seconds, and is testiment to the brains computeing speed and ability wen the **** hits the fan.]As i approched the junction of the two water ways [ which BTW, were dry], i remember thinkn, "im approchn a point of no return", and was anticipateing the strong roll turbulance off the hill i was flyn leaward of, and at that point, there was a strong lurch down, i gave a little throttle to counter the downer when "Fhut",......... nuthn!!!!!FAAAAA............ .!!!!!!!!!!!Throttle cable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I have no idea why, at a time wen every mili second counts, i took the time to check the throttle cable, hopen it let go at the handle were i could rip it out of the houseing and pull the inner and power out, but no, it let go sumwhere else.Then **** deepens.Now i gota setup a fored landn. With a quick periferal glance over my rite side, no, nuthn but big rocks and steep sides, nuthn but the same out frunt and i wouldnt clear it from this hight, and a "standard, hard left bank 180" woulda had me in the other gully on me left. Only option was the sopt i just flew over, it wasnt the best, but in this situation, it looked like a highway.Trouble was I was in strong sink with unpredictable roll turbulance from the hill, only bout 40 mph AS and 70" AGL BEFORE the noise stoped, the "spot" was directly behind me, and the spot was at about a 15 degree slope, still near full fuel, and the DA was very high with the 40 odd degrees.The rest is speculation, coz it happened so quick, and the machine is streight, but i had to do a spot 180, retrace bout 40 yards back where id just been, time the flair zactly
2 days ago, bout 3pm i headed off to help out a niebour 100km south of ere.He wanted me to check out the Numery Pound, for surface water after recent rains.This pound is roughly 20squ miles of proper tiger country, ringed by shear 300" ranges, with only a coupla ground acsess routs where the pound water runoff drains through gouges in the ring.Was 45c wen i left ere, with a blustery north wind.Though it makes hard work of any low presision flyn, i like it coz it reminds me of just how controlable these little machines are.Arrived at his homestead, but noone was there, so i kept go"n, over the ring and into the pound.The roll turbulance off the rim of the ring was amazn.Soons i passed over it, i droped like a rock, down into the unorganised chaos of the pound, and kept thinkn to meself, " this is the ONLY way you ever get a look at this beautifuly ruggered country."Was only in there for bout ten mins, and was trackn along a narrow shear sided rocky gully as it decended in short drops till it joined a bigger creek, also shear sided, only it was deeper, the rocks were bigger, and the lush green scrub thicker. [ all of wot happens in, and wot gose through my mind in the next paragragh takes about 1 1/2 seconds, and is testiment to the brains computeing speed and ability wen the **** hits the fan.]As i approched the junction of the two water ways [ which BTW, were dry], i remember thinkn, "im approchn a point of no return", and was anticipateing the strong roll turbulance off the hill i was flyn leaward of, and at that point, there was a strong lurch down, i gave a little throttle to counter the downer when "Fhut",......... nuthn!!!!!FAAAAA............ .!!!!!!!!!!!Throttle cable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I have no idea why, at a time wen every mili second counts, i took the time to check the throttle cable, hopen it let go at the handle were i could rip it out of the houseing and pull the inner and power out, but no, it let go sumwhere else.Then **** deepens.Now i gota setup a fored landn. With a quick periferal glance over my rite side, no, nuthn but big rocks and steep sides, nuthn but the same out frunt and i wouldnt clear it from this hight, and a "standard, hard left bank 180" woulda had me in the other gully on me left. Only option was the sopt i just flew over, it wasnt the best, but in this situation, it looked like a highway.Trouble was I was in strong sink with unpredictable roll turbulance from the hill, only bout 40 mph AS and 70" AGL BEFORE the noise stoped, the "spot" was directly behind me, and the spot was at about a 15 degree slope, still near full fuel, and the DA was very high with the 40 odd degrees.The rest is speculation, coz it happened so quick, and the machine is streight, but i had to do a spot 180, retrace bout 40 yards back where id just been, time the flair zactly
Wen you consider the country i was over, and that id probably only spent a totle of maybe 50 hours out of 4000 odd, over sumthn you cant spot on, and sumthn like a cable end fails........ . He timed it pretty well spoton if he did.But not well enuff, coz im still ere. 
poor excuse but least you had oneDidnt get any messages, you no excuse for that av ya?
to withstand a drop at near virtical decent speed.Its a reenforced Rosco setup, with bout 2" travel from coil springs over rubber dampners.
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