planedriver

We can convince that red-headed fish and chip fryer from Qld. to stay in Oz and barrack for me:question:.

 

Young Tomo is a neighbour, so maybe he can use his youthful powers of persuasion:hug:

 

Ahlocks was not at all happy about the situation. With great indignation he said "What Cr:censored:-p. Before we know it, all the rag and tube boys will be using Government sponsored cladding paid for by all the taxpayers, and get a free upgrade to a rivetless version of a StortsZaaaaaaaa.

With spin doctors spinning and planners a planning, a scruffy chick in dire need of a wash, emerged from her battered yellow combi and said "What about the wild buffalo? You can't not include them, co's thats da.... desc....diskcrimnation or whatever you call it, and thats no bull, they'll all get the hump".

Kruddy replied, " Ha Ha ha! :big_grin:my department of Vote Booster Advisers, possibly did'nt think of that scenario. I realise every vote counts, so it may be necessary to ban barbecues until after the next election, and just make do with a fair suck of the sauce bottle till then"

With regard to sleeping while your bed is burning. This should not be a major issue. Since coming to power, the Labour Party under my guidence, has pumped considerable funds into resoring some old 1950's Dennis Fire Trucks. with a fresh coat of red paint:artist:, I don't think it should represent too much of a threat at The Lodge:kboom:

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But]https://www.recreationalflying.com/xf2/uploads/emoticons/018_hug.gif.0182e32b48b2df8aaf412ac8488cf68a.gif[/img] for a cunning plan is about to be released by.....

....Young Tomo......who's full of bright ideas and sure to come up with something.

Word has is that he is going to just Drift along to The Easter Bun Fest at Temora (and bringing jam), and the Captain is aranging a couple of JATO's so he can keep up, as the ElRatto Escort Service kindly guides him to the appropriate field.

Otherwise, Tomo is just as likely to land in the middle of the finals of the local girls under 18's hockey comp:clap:, thinking he's already arrived in heaven:big_grin::thumb_up: where he figures he will be a star.

This news has caused some concern to our mate Pedro who is afraid the intentions of the young gun from up north. may distract the aviation integridy of his young co-pilot.

Deccadence, has volounteered his services to keep a very close eye on the young hockeylasses to keep the "riff raff" away, for which his dear wife has bought him an extra dark pair of welding goggles:cool: so he doesn't strain his eyes... or, waste that expensive oxygen in the cardiac-arrest-kit from over-excitement.

Meanwhile the cash-strapped Minister of Defence from the KRudd Disorganisation is left scratching his head, wondering how the hell he's ever.............

Probably an easy one...

(No bent wheels) Sorry Darky:laugh: could'nt help the last bit.

Kind Regards

Planey

They gather round the nes's defeatEven..........

Though I am the co-pilot, and I sit on the right,

Its up to me to be quick and bright,:big_grin:

I never talk back so I have no regrets,

But that gold-toothed Captain, he always forgets.

I make out the flight plan and study the weather,

Pull up the gear and stand by to feather,

I fly his old crate while the Captain's a snoreing

Even contact the tower and do all reporting

I note all the readings,and adjust the power,

Put on the carb-heaters while he's in the shower,

I call for my Captain and buy him cokes,

and I pretend to laugh loud at his corny jokes,

And once in a while when his landings are rusty,thumb_down

I always come thru with "oh sh:censored:t it's gots gusty!"

Said Decca behind me with all of his dials, I'll have to mention that arrival, in all of my files.

He said to the Captain "You gave me a fright, i've filled my pants and my knuckles turned white,

I'm telling you now, you can't do that no more, the landing gear struts come up through the floor.

I'm dazzled all day by that gold in his head,

His blatant alloofness, sometimes makes me see red

I'm no more than a stooge,

For the man we call "Scrooge",

I guess you would think that its past understanding,

But someday,we hope, he'll get better at landing.

There's many a quip about planes that goes far,

with even loose rivets, like his mates Sportstar.

Now claiming to be King, like Elvis, it's said,

He's practice's in the mirror, girating his leg.:rilla:

Turbo's gone AWOL, while Hihos gone poet,

but things will be normal, before we all know it.

It's good to see Pedro challenge for king,

as the laughs in the past, were a very good thing.

For others i've missed you've not got away,

there's a reliable rumor, you're be added some day.

My day will come, of that i've do doubt, a ribbing from some, probably more than just one.

To give is to get, in it's only fair to say, but be kind and post while I am away;)

An old southern country preacher from Georgia had a teenage son named David and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a Profession. Like many young men, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned about it. One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table four objects:

A Bible,

A silver dollar,

A bottle of whisky, and

A Playboy magazine

I'll just hide behind the door," the old preacher said to himself, "and when he comes home from school this afternoon, I'll see which object he picks up. If it's the Bible, he's going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a Businessman, and that would be OK; but if picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame that would be. And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine he's gonna be a skirt-chasin' bum."

The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's footsteps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room.

The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them. Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month's Centerfold.

"Lord have mercy," the old preacher disgustedly whispered, "he's gonna be a pilot!"

Ed and Dorothy met while on a singles cruise and Ed fell head over heels for her. When they discovered they lived in the same city only a few miles apart Ed was ecstatic.

He immediately started asking her out when they got home. Within a couple of weeks, Ed had taken Dorothy to dance clubs, restaurants, concerts, movies, and museums. Ed became convinced that Dorothy was indeed his soul mate and true love. Every date seemed better than

the last.

On the one-month anniversary of their first dinner on the cruise ship, Ed took Dorothy to a fine restaurant. While having cocktails and waiting for their salad, Ed said, "I guess you can tell I'm very

much in love with you. I'd like a little serious talk before our relationship continues to the next stage. So, before I get a box out of my jacket and ask you a life changing question, it's only fair to warn you, I'm a total golf nut. I play golf, I read about golf, I watch golf on TV. In short, I eat, sleep, and breathe golf. If that's going to be a problem, for us, you'd better say so now!"

Dorothy took a deep breath and responded, "Ed, that certainly won't be a problem. I love you as you are and I love golf too; but, since we're being totally honest with each other, you need to know that about the last five years I've been a hooker."

"Oh wow! I see," Ed replied. He looked down at the table, and was quiet for a moment, deep in thought then he added, "You know, it's probably just because you're not keeping your wrists straight when you tee off ....."

Noooo....:scratch head:A thong is what the theekers used to thing.

 

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Ok. I'll make my way to the door...

:thumb_up: :laugh:Very good, Now put your teeth back in.

g'day Bluey - this has been discussed on a few threads here now in one form or another. For the record I've got 3580 hrs on my 912 with only a gearbox overhaul at around 800 hrs. I believe there are some out there doing a lot better than that.Cheers

Dexter

Like so many others, i'm always perusing the ads in the RAAA mag and see things which cause a bit of concern about reliability. I see an aircraft for sale which appeals to me, for example, a Jabiru which has only two or three hundred hours on the airframe, and the price is reasonable, yet the ad says it's had a top overhaul, new heads, etc; etc; and as a non owner, makes me wonder why this should be necessary at such low hours?

I'm aware that the Rotax has a very good reliability record, and is considerably more expensive than the jabiru, but if the fan suddenly stops without much warning, in many circumstances, it can be of a real concern.

Many two-strokes being basically simpler in design, also get a fairly good life if well maintained, then suddenly seem to quit at the most inconvenient time, sometimes with a sad outcome.

It still doesen't stop us from persuing what we love to do most though, go flying.

We'd just like the odd's to be the very best thats possible.

There was a man who had worked all his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real 'miser' when it came to his money.

Just before he died, he said to his wife...'When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the afterlife with me..'

And so he got his wife to promise him, with all of her heart, that when he died, she would put all of the money into the casket with him.

Well, he died.. He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there - dressed in black, and her friend was sitting next to her. When they finished the ceremony, and just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said,

'Wait just a moment!'

She had a small metal box with her; she came over with the box and put it in the casket. Then the undertakers locked the casket down and they rolled it away. So her friend said,

'Girl, I know you were not foolish enough to put all that money in there with your husband.'

The loyal wife replied, 'Listen, I'm a Christian; I cannot go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put that money into the casket with him.'

You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him!?!?!?'

'I sure did,' said the wife. 'I got it all together, put it into my account, and wrote him a cheque.... If he can cash it, then he can spend every cent of it.' :kboom:

How about:"A woman drove me to drink, and I never even had the courtesy to thank her."

W. C. Fields

If my ex gets to read this, "Thank you so much,:drums: i'm simply celebrating":thumb_up:

Thanks for posting, sounds like an awesome day.

Kind regards

Planey

I find that a bit "foul" said the head moderatorthumb_down, so if you perpetual posters can't draw the line, your name will only get a small print mention in the back of of the impending book.

 

Zeeeeeeez! Thats a bit tough thought Tubb. Can't have that! iv'e got bunnions on the corns on my finger-tips trying to support this outfit, and now i'm getting the hard word.

 

I'll still go to Temora at Easter and pretent to be friendly, but will eat twice as many of Ians Easter buns just to get even.

 

ElRatto could'nt help but exude a smug grin as he thought he'd got away scott free, maybe he has a funny handshake..............or some other advantage we don't know about.

 

The inner sanctum of the U25 committee said they did'nt give a 127*68188!^nv** (U25 code) proverbial rats ---- .Because..................even if Darky is has the bosses interest at heart, and sends them a legal bill, they will simply reply quoting their bankrupsy ref. No. and suggest she whistles to tune 31 in the songbook.

IF what you say is true, has he become a screwydriver? Nev

..... "Well I insist" responded Tomo "Because I ...................

I have an errand to run, to go and buy a sack load of rivets for someone who shall remain nameless then shameless, so lets leave it at that.

Once south of the Queensland border, Tomo was pleasantly suprised to learn, that with daylight saving, not only does life still goes on, but you can actually fit more flying in on pleasant evenings.

He now plans to try and educate others in his community.

I'll write a song that'll get the message across thought.

So with his battered old campfire guitar in hand,:guitarist: he started his new rendition

"I'm moving south of the border to Yarrawonga

Co's the blokes down there can fly for longer

I'll just drift along and feel so high

As I purr along in that southern sky":robin:

fed up with the notice to introduce myself hoping the notice will go away now, Hi to any real aviators you know you fly a Drifter.

A big welcome guys, you'll love this site. We look forward to hearing more from you.

Apart from others here, there's a top guy on this site, who goes by the name of Drifter Driver who also suffers from your complaint, his love for Drifters. He seen the doctor about it, but the doc reckons he's beyond help. lol :) maybe you're the same.

Kind regards

Planey

Where do you find sailors in skimpy outfits? And do they appeal to you?

Not for me personally, because when they come ashore, they believe in love at first site, beit the first vacant doorway, or even a building site.

I like my comforts" ;)

"Point of Order" yelled Martin "but under the new rules and policies which change with the speed of light to match Catcha, wouldn't this be classified as an Obfuscation?"

"It would" said the Rat, but Planey....

had no choice but to confer with Clary for a simple Clary-fication, as his mentor The Rat was trapped and feeling a bit cheesed off, but hopefully will spring out and catch up with the story another way........His other mentor Dikka was unavailable for advise, and was probably in deep debate in the inner sanctum with the boys, slurring the his way through the last of his "clear-prop" red (private joke), finishing off the forums thesaurus to explain the meaning of these complicated words with five vowels, for the benefit of us simple minded folk :confused:

What the hells going on:question: ".....Helicopter Zulu Tango Xray is here to take recipents off to collect their Australia Day Recognition"

 

Planey's been busy going through the official "Order of Australia Recipiants List" expecting to to see the names of Elratto, Tubbs, hiho, etc duly awarded for their merit in Humorus Contributions to Aviation Insanity, but nothing thumb_down

 

Government officials need a bit of:hittinghead:, plus a boot up the bum.

 

Anyway, not to worry guys. Mr Baker has suggested publishing a book on the subject, and with your royalties, you should be in line for numbers 2,3,& 4 off the Millenium Downunder Production run, or was that the pre-loved Wheeler Scout renovators dream.

 

Whatever the rewards that come your way, many of us are appreciative of your contributions.

 

However, if you see man in white coat heading your way, just run like hell!

 

Because....................

No more post on this subject thanks Darky, you might send us a bill

Hopefully your post was pro bono :thumb_up:

Tomo, how would you like me to bring one into Cecil plains in about a weeks time, so you can try it on ?........................

The son of a cow cocky (farmer) from outback Queensland leaves the country life, and goes off to study Law at university.

Barely half way through the semester, he has blown all of his money on the high city life.

He calls home. 'Dad, you won't believe what modern education is developing. They actually have a program here in Brisbane Uni that will teach a dog how to talk.'

'Bloody amazing!' his Dad says. 'Could we get Ol' Blue into the programme?'

'No worries Dad, just send him down here with a couple of grand,' the young jackaroo says, 'I'll get him into the course.'

So the father sends down the dog and $2,000.

About two-thirds through the semester, the money again runs out. The boy calls home. 'So how's Ol' Blue doing, son?' his father wants to know.

'Awesome Dad! He'd talk ya bloody head off. But you just won't believe this. He's such a brilliant talker, they'd like him to have a go in the reading class!'

'Read?' exclaims his father. 'No kidding! Jeez, I always knew that was one smart dog. Can you get Ol' Blue into that programme?'

'Just send $4,500. He's as good as in.'

As quick as the money arrives, it is spent.

At the end of the term the young bloke realises he has a problem..........When he goes home for the holidays, his father will find out the dog can neither talk nor read. So on the way home he stops and shoots the dog.

When he arrives home his father is all excited. 'Where's Ol' Blue? I just can't wait to talk with him and see him read something!'

'Dad,' the boy says, 'It all had a bad outcome. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive up here, Ol' Blue was in the living room reading the Wall Street Journal. Out of nowhere he turned to me and asked, 'So, is your dad still fooling around with that little redhead barmaid from the pub behind yer mum's back?''

The father groans and whispers, 'I'll have to shoot that b*stard before he blabs to your Mother!'

'I already did, Dad!'

'Good boy! Thanks son'.

The kid went on to be a very successful lawyer.

I went to a dinner party last night, where I and other guests enjoyed copious amounts of alcohol. I awoke this morning not feeling well, with what could be described as flu-like symptoms; headache, nausea,:yuk: chills, sore eyes, etc.

From the results of some initial testing, I have unfortunately tested positive for what experts are now calling *Wine Flu*.

This debilitating condition is very serious - and it appears this is not an isolated case.

Reports are flooding in from all around the country of others diagnosed with Wine Flu.

To anyone that starts to exhibit the aforementioned tell-tale signs, experts are recommending a cup of tea and a bit of a lie down. However, should your condition worsen, you should immediately hire a DVD and take some Nurofen (Nurofen seems to be the only drug available that has been proven to help combat this unusual type of flu).

Others are reporting an English breakfast fry-up or a McDonald's Happy Meal can also help in some cases. If not, then further application of the original liquid, in similar quantities to the original dose, has been shown to do the trick.

Wine Flu does not need to be life threatening and, if treated early, can be eradicated within a 24-48 hour period. *

*NOTE: If you find you are complaining a lot, it may be that it has mutated into Whine Flu. This is particularly common in women.

Sorry ladies! :DirtDOG: :black_eye: :hittinghead:

Free Booze might do it, but people from NSW would probably hog it, and the secret handshake would be OK, but they just wandered round without getting that far.

Perhaps one of those plastic trumpets the English soccer fans use might work.....

"Hello Hello Hello", did someone call my name?(Free Booze ) I'm from NSW.

I've always been generous and bought the first shout ( on the basis that there's always a crowd that's late). A trick I learned years ago from a mate who now lives in a beautiful villa in Majorca with the money he saved.

Not sure what Tubs means by the funny handshake, but we won't give him the third degree over it.;)

There used to be someone called FriarPuk on here, that generously donated a few his wines to Pedro from Echucca and others, but maybe the poor bugger went broke.:juggle:as a result.

If he did'nt, come and say hello.--------------we'd love to hear from you.

Nice video clip flying dog.

I was trying to work out what you were flying?

Whatever it was, it looks like that old Tiger is dragging away from you.lol

Rgds

Planey