People just don't take you very seriously when you yell "fire" about a glider.
BU**-S**T !!!
My beautiful racing glider, a 1983 Ventus B, burned up in a hangar fire at the 1987 Barstow, CA US National 15 Meter championships. A 45 year old wooden specialty shade hangar (supposedly built for converting squadrons of B-25 bombers from the "glass nose" to the "gun nose") burned up and took out 25 or so of our racing ships, a couple of really nice Airstream motor homes, and one or two A-26 bombers.
One of the world/national level competitors, Al Leffler contest #LB "Little Boy" came up to me the next morning while we were going through the charred remains of the building, and said "I'm sorry Bill, my boys and I had pulled five or six gliders out and yours was the next one we were go ing in for, but we were running on hot coals and burning wood and we just couldn't go back in for it. The oxygen bottles were exploding like mortars, we were really worried about one of them knocking our heads off."
Nobody today would believe it, but back in those days you could actually borrow a friend's glider, and compete in the contest. I drove form Barstow to Tehachapi, borrowed an AS-W20C from Howard Haig, drove back to Barstow and flew the contest, making 17th place if distant memory serves.