The good thing about having a flat / crash riddled week is I had a lot in the tank.
Flew and nailed some
PR's, barely keeping down my Gatorade. On the return, my Garmin wouldn't pick up my HRM or PM. I felt like Luke Skywalker when he turned off his targeting computer, and went into the Death Star. Easy peasy, just like bullseyeing womp rats in my T-16 back home.