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Couldn't get the attachment to float either.....

Poor Turbo was still having boat trouble.

He'd managed to fix the Evinrude, but couldn't get the boat to float off the trailer.

Ozzie, from your second post, I think it is a P&O issue, the pilot reaction almost confirms it, and even 1000 hour pilots can miss something as the accident reports show.

For what it's worth, I've been in the situation where the nose was staying below the tree tops, and I know how time slows down.

Haven't got time to spend on it right now, but I'm overdue to put out a couple of P&O exercises where there may be some ingredient you could point to.

...runs a terrible risk of the buggers reanimating and throwing them back at you....

The unnatural exchange between two posters had drawn two Admininstrators from the Headquarters Camp to the Story Front where a burst of rapid fire was being exchanged.

"How do we stop it?" asked the Big Phart himself.

"I'll try a diversion" said the Human Computer, and immediately posted a suggestion to throw stones at women.

The regular NES contributors were stunned into silence at this daring strategy.

"I wouldn't be doing this with Decca's darlings regularly watching the Site" said Ratto, 'especially when one of them has a name like THUMPER!........"

Depends whether the only checks made were those you mentioned, or whether a full set of calculations was done. If it was the former, then the result was understandable. If it wasn't, I'd put my money on the "friend's strip" increasing the rolling resistance.

"....female Roadie with long flowing silver hair...."

The Dalby Progress Association, who had been press ganged into holding an Air Show Spectacular by a fast talking ditDash, and weren't too sure what an air show was jumped at the opprotunity and said "We'll take you!"

As they sipped their tea afterwards the president, now visibly relaxed said: "Well that's the hard part over; will someone tell Tomo all we have to arrange now are the mobile toilets and streamers".........

While swapping traffic reports, NOTRUCKIES, and known hazard information to make the roads safer....

It might surprise some people to know that when they are waiting at a level crossing for a train to depart from a station, the stopping time is only about 20 seconds.

I'd be in favour of the instructor helping the student on the roll across to the centreline if the hours are that low.

Maybe that's where it all starts - the freshly graduated pilot gives his passenger briefing there "I'm going to push the throttle in and you'll feel a gentle force... it's over here at the side see...no don't touch that one...Ah S:censored: what was that?....

A convoy of semi trailers, all driven by guys in blue singlets, green shorts and five days stubble set out in the general direction of Dalby......

Dave, it shouldn't even be that. What's wrong with instructing the student at the Holding Point. Certainly in RA training it was made very clear to me we don't cross the line, we don't straddle it, we stay behind it.

What person who was let loose to command an aircraft couldn't understand that.

Going back to the glider situation - by late final he's got a commitment.

As someone said on another post they take off full well knowing the radio battery will be flat before they land. Well this situation would be a good one to talk to each other about.

If nobody does anything, the laws of probability will.

Isn't that interesting ..... as that is exactly what Ian described them as when he experienced them in the CT at Narrowmind a couple of years ago.

"And yes it is Gumly Gumly, however we who are duo-nomenclated just use the singular so that those of you who are uni-nome'd will not feel out of place any more than you should." replied the Gleaming Rodent "It is also so that ..........

"....Ian Ian had to be moderated moderated each time he bent over to tie up a rope rope" said the Rat who was having trouble getting out of duo-nomenclated gear.

"the final straw was when, right in front of the CWA refreshment tent Ian bent down to tie up his shoelaces. It was apparently a mating call for CWA matrons because the was surrounded for the rest of the day..

"The Grizzle climbed out of there at 130 kts kts that day said Rattie, who was affecting a South African image after reading a post where Fanie, Manie and Wanie were exchanging reminisences about finding bullet holes in the wings of their Drifters after flying over communities with bare bums, giving them the Moon.....

Meanwhile Planedrivel who's been somewhat bed-ridden of late with, or caused by occasional visits from the Nanna, has been busy working on his new design job.Not wanting to give too much away at this stage, all I can say is that the landing gear incorporates some bits from the old Victa mowers that were lying around in the shed, and a few old props from Tubs blown-up outboards, and will protrude in front of the tyres.

 

The commercial side attached to the idea is that when operating from grass strips, the Victa bit bits will chop up and bag the "Cat-Heads" and OwFark Thorns which can be sold as stock-feed to goat farmers, therby offsetting the flying cost's:loopy:.

In his own inimitable way, Planey had announced the impending arrival of the second Lazair in Australia........

....poor wheelbarrows can't land there...

It wouldn't be necessary; the Ratmobile was on its way with a load of Wagga Wagga Cat Heads for aerial seeding up Snake Valley.....

Shouldn't the roadhouse have been in Gumly Gumly?

Yes, that's what I was thinking - the difficulty is how you could make this situation safe at airports with similar mixes.

Parallel grass emergency strip?

I don't want to be seen as an apologist for Jabiru, but fair's fair.

In this months RAA magazine, without going to the extent of phoning owners my count was two Jabiru and two Rotax (three if you count the 447) where the airframe hours were greater than the engine.

From my past experience using light engines for heavy duty racing where some of the servicing left a lot to be desired, those results are what you would expect.

But discussing engine life when you haven't yet stepped into an RA Aircraft could be a bit premature.

Funny how they have different names in various parts of Australia.

In Bangholme they're called Owfark Thorns...

So what happens when the glider comes in?

"I can provide a few kgs" answered Nanna "Is grey OK?"

"Ssssshhhhhh" whispered Decca "I prefer you like you are"

 

"No" said Nanna (for the 1st time since WW2) "It's AAA Superfine they want and it's AAA Alpaca like faded ash-blonde (grey to you whipper snippers) Superfine they shall have, not like that Planey character, who used blunt shears the last time he tried, and a ...........

.....star picket puller.....

"Well" she added "Where else were they going to get AAA superfine quality from? Unless it came off the TurboBanger's ...........?

Editor's Comment (Not Slarti - he's become too busy showing off his paint job)

Here we have to stop the story for a moment.

It was a good try by Captain but what he is not be aware of is that all sheep are not the same and Turbo's have self shedding fleeces.

To encourage another visit from Planey the story has been changed to read:

"Where else were they going to get AAA superfine quality from other than the Jabiru factory"

"This DickaPython bloke is a bit of a goer" said one of the RPT hosties who knew him from the Ansett days "All he talks about are tripple Deckers, 3 bungers, Pythons, after flight debauchery and now he is leading my Grandma astray" she added 'I have never been so insulted and abused, unless it was that time at ..............

...the Ballarat Wool Classing Festival.

"How was I to know a group of Classers would show up at the AAA Bin, just as Sally and I had settled in for a picnic and were making pig noises.....

I would have thought that this was poor airmanship as the aircraft on final has right of way at all times.

Yeah, yeah. blame the 'puter..........QUOTE]

Of course Locksie's tantrum had a lot to do with the increased security of Microsoft Vista where the first thing you see is the lock.

 

He'd stared at it for days, being quite unable to hit the broken arrow key or the QWERTYS, or as we know know it F**8s888 QWERTYS.

 

Turbo pondered for a moment on the merits of getting a diferent crew of Nerds to design every System update, and concluded it was like a mother giving birth to children wo each spoke a different language. He wondered if Barak O'Bama could solve this problem too.

 

The Riverina Rodent furtively gunned the scooter as he approached Bayliss St, but no one noticed because Suzukis are Woos's scooters.

 

He'd made fun of Turbo's speed hump jumps and decided to imitate that skilled man.

 

But rod racing never produced the skills of speedway, and the scooter got sideways in the jump and came down on the sissy bars with a grinding crunch.

 

The Rate strugled to get the scooter upright and his beady eyes shot around in case someone had seen, but nobody had......

Well everyone agrees with you QWERTY so give 'em hell!

An upbeat Ratto had breezed into town, given a vintage, but short speech, taken the local school teachers, Wagga Meatworks slaughterhouse workers, and the chook pluckers up in the Sportsczar which was now so short of rivets it looked like LaToya Jackson with a wardrobe malfunction, and has disappeared.

However, shortly there was a wailing of sirens heading for the Wagga Base Hospital and out stepped LockedUp with an ambulance attendant on one side and Madam Doubtfire on the other.

Jumping out of the Lexus behind them was a breathless Rat.

"I had to take the locks off all the doors for the last five kilometres" he said "Even with the Madam entertaining him, he'd stop every time he saw a lock."

Ahlocks turned and looked towards the Hogs Breath Cafe in the centre of town......

or spend the rest of your days reminiscing

with Big Pete about........"

"3 holers and other things in the jargon Captains used (thank goodness the passengers knew what a Boeing 727 was, someone had to)"

What Deccadence didn't know was that Pete was a Tunnel Rat - in fact he'd almost completed a tunnel under the Murray......