Name Inspiration
I fly FA-ON (for now) but I'm a fan of the hard mode FA-OFF jockeys. I don't know if you've picked a name yet, but when I think of the freedom and grace of this style of flying I immediately think of John Gillespie Magee Jr and his famous poem. I think this group embodies the feelings within that poem and so I would humbly suggest a name fitting of that bond and the surreal movement one can make without the limits of the flight assist:
Gillespie's Ghosts
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
- Put out my hand, and touched the face of God
I fly FA-ON (for now) but I'm a fan of the hard mode FA-OFF jockeys. I don't know if you've picked a name yet, but when I think of the freedom and grace of this style of flying I immediately think of John Gillespie Magee Jr and his famous poem. I think this group embodies the feelings within that poem and so I would humbly suggest a name fitting of that bond and the surreal movement one can make without the limits of the flight assist:
Gillespie's Ghosts
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
- Put out my hand, and touched the face of God
) and try to fight them as much as i can, and you guys seems to have to have some kind of honor code which i do have my self. And of course to learn from your experiences too and share some knowledge. 
