Different expectations result in different standards. It is all a matter of class, just like it was on the Titanic.
You have first class which is high power 3-4FNC flying perfectly straight and in the most efficient manner. No energy loss do to spin in the lower atmosphere. The pinnacle rocket science where recovery is so precise and gentle as to cause no damage while landing in the designated area. The flight will have been completely predictable from the simulation. Man rated and we will beat the Ruskies too the moon. Only the finest in materials and launch location. Catered party aftwards at the club. Characterized by the discrete charm of the Bourgeois. Top Men set the standard and the launch makes national news.
Second class, or Petty Bourgeois, would be family flyers with kits from trusted and approved manufacturers. Not striving too far from 3-4FNC, they go straight up, deploy at apogee and can land with in sight for a pleasant recovery walk. Some spin and arc are ok, as are slight variations in ejection before or after apogee. After successful flights everyone goes out for Pizza and makes it home well before bedtime. Cute, cuddly and happy, all according to nationally recognized standards. The photos are to be found in Mom's scrapbook.
Then we have steerage. Very low standards. Up, down with no grievous bodily injury is considered a success. A wretched hive of scum and villainy, you must be cautious. Here you will find abominations that stray significantly from the norm, even into the realm of oddity. Chatacterized by silly Proletariat giggling and pushing the envelope. Look out for terms like pyrotechnic, mindsim, motor pods, oddroc or "here, hold my beer!" Usually ends up at the local pub for even more beer and then hanging on to someone's door until you eventually fall off. Reports to be found at the local police station.
Yes, these are the good flier class standards told you by Caledon Hockley as he sets out on his glorious journey abroad. Bon voyage!
