To make a comparison, back in the 50's when the girls tended to wear very full skirts-it was not uncommon to see them having a wind problem.
Seeing it happen to a woman is quite exciting. I thinks it's great fun when it happens to them.
However, having it happen to me was annoying and sort of surrealistic. Suddenly my kilt was doing these very strange things....floating up in the air....I guess I'm new at this and instead of reacting I was standing there wondering what was happening..... :confused:
I've only had this problem with my 10oz 5yrd tartan kilt. It seems very lightweaight compared to the 16oz tanks I've got, which is why I rarely wear the 10oz kilt anymore...
as for specifics? It would go flying up just about any time the wind would blow. That lasted for about two months until I got my UK survival. Since then I've not had that problem.
Twice, full flares, regimental, in blue "Mocker," uptown Seattle near Bon Marche` (oops, I meant Macy's?!), and again at the Westlake Center in 'Desert Camo' ripstop "Original." Both in the combining effect of the whip of Metro transit meeting wind compression at street corner amidst highrise (odd pun) buildings. Both in heavy automobile and crowded foot traffic. Who's going to fault you when your hands are busy with an Old Navy shopping bag, and a malted frappe? My heart in the matter of the nature of the wind/Monroe lift effect is quite simple. I am comfortable with what I am wearing (and not). If the wind causes the cloth to flap around more than normal, I'll probably turn away from the press of the gust momentarily and then move on. It's not likely for me to put my hand into the cloth. A few times (seems often) when my fingers have been filthy with grit, oil or mud I've touched cloth and ruined or nearly ruined a good garment. So I avoid touching clothing before looking at my fingers to see if I've accidentally gotten something on them. If someone is going to be standing waiting for the breeze to provide a showing for them..., Well, I am not uncomfortable when the winds blow motion into anyone elses pleats, wraps or aprons, nor am I uncomfortable when the laws of physics are at work where I am. At least it doesn't seem to matter to me concerning the rise and fall of cloth and temperature, wind or no wind. Too bad for those out there in the general public with not much better to do than to look for flare ups! May the curtain rise and the show begin. Onstage, of course!
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Go, have fun, don't work at, make it fun! Kilt them, for they know not, what they wear. Where am I now?
Originally Posted by James
full flares, regimental, in blue "Mocker," uptown Seattle near Bon Marche` (oops, I meant Macy's?!), and again at the Westlake Center in 'Desert Camo' ripstop "Original." Both in the combining effect of the whip of Metro transit meeting wind compression at street corner amidst highrise (odd pun) buildings. Both in heavy automobile and crowded foot traffic. Who's going to fault you when your hands are busy with an Old Navy shopping bag, and a malted frappe? My heart in the matter of the nature of the wind/Monroe lift effect is quite simple. 
I am comfortable with what I am wearing (and not). If the wind causes the cloth to flap around more than normal, I'll probably turn away from the press of the gust momentarily and then move on. It's not likely for me to put my hand into the cloth. A few times (seems often) when my fingers have been filthy with grit, oil or mud I've touched cloth and ruined or nearly ruined a good garment. So I avoid touching clothing before looking at my fingers to see if I've accidentally gotten something on them. If someone is going to be standing waiting for the breeze to provide a showing for them..., Well, I am not uncomfortable when the winds blow motion into anyone elses pleats, wraps or aprons, nor am I uncomfortable when the laws of physics are at work where I am. At least it doesn't seem to matter to me concerning the rise and fall of cloth and temperature, wind or no wind. Too bad for those out there in the general public with not much better to do than to look for flare ups! May the curtain rise and the show begin. Onstage, of course! 
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