An incident at JOMAC -- John Godwin

"...It's a Saturday in April. I arrive at JOMAC at about half past two. The weather is overcast, the wind cold and gusty. There are not many cars in the car park.
I've come out for some gliding trimming flights with a new cg position.
I'm following Daryl Perkins' advice to the MGA - "move the cg back until the aircraft gets away from you. Then move it forward a little".
I get out of the car and walk towards the pit area. I greet a couple of members. I put my card on the frequency board and go back to the car.
I get out my bungee and make my way onto the field. I notice two members at the top of the glider field with an electric soarer. I wave to them but they do not respond. Perhaps they are looking the other way. They are about a hundred metres from me.
I lay out the bungee down the track that runs through the area of blackjacks and khaki bos. I am in the process of doing a range check when one of the electric flyers comes rushing across the field.
He is clearly very angry.
What are you doing here? he asks. Don't you know that you must introduce yourself when you arrive? You are discourteous. Are you even a member? I shall report you to the committee.
I am taken aback by his aggressive attitude.
Well you were at the top of the field and I'm half way down. It seems OK to me. And yes I am a member and by all means report me to the committee, I reply. Feebly I add, and I'm sorry if I upset you.
He storms off.
I continue to get ready and finally hook up the bungee. As I am walking back the same member approaches again. He is no less aggressive than before.
Are you going to launch now? he asks. I look at my glider hooked onto the bungee and say. Yes I did think I might launch.
He shouts and screams some more and moves away. His mate is still flying at the upper end of the field. He is over the long grass, a good hundred metres away.
I'm on the crosswind leg of the landing approach when he appears again.
Can't you see that we are practicing landings? How can you stand in the middle of the field?
I ask him to wait until I am on the ground but he continues his aggressive diatribe. By this time I am a little annoyed. I suggest to him that he might like to Get a Life. My suggestion is not well received. He continues shouting and yelling.
On its approach my glider drops a wing, turns right and flies into Ted's Xtrail in the car park. Oh dear.
It suffers some damage and makes a small dent in Ted's door.
I find Ted in the pit area. Um...Ted, I say, I've made a dent in your door. Do you want to have a look?
He has a look.
What would you like me to do? I ask.
Ted, always the gentleman, says don't worry, I'll fix it up..."