This one hurt. I knew that t' Cherokee D had a rep for prodigious altitude on t' D12, arrr, so I angled t' rod t' t' left t' allow for recovery drift. Arrr! Boy, did I get recovery drift. And unfortunately, me bucko, rod whip. Instead o' a flight that leant out toward t' soccer complex, ya bilge rat, I got a straight flight that actually tended t' t' right. T' drift wasn't as bad as expected because t' winds present on t' ground were nay t' same at altitude, but I still crossed t' road and found a tree back behind t' old eRockets.