Full wings - not the only occurrence. A long time ago a distinguished doctor (who later got a student to take his glider all the way to Nepal to soar the Himalayas, couldn't get permission to fly so the student had to drive it all the way back, but that's another story) borrowed the Surrey Gliding Club brand new glider for the National Championships. Having done a field landing in East Anglia, returning round the North Circular they were at a set of traffic lights when a boy racer revved his engine beside them. Determined to be competitive, B******g J****s took off smartly on the amber and won the grid start. A mile or so down the road they were flagged down and informed 'something fell off the back of your trailer'. Inspection revealed an open door and missing fuselage. Returning to the junction, no sign of the fuselage, but a search of the area found it rolled down a side alley by some well meaning passer by. There were only a few paint scratches, and the crew were sworn to secrecy, but somehow the story was revealed and substantial beer fines paid.