turboplanner

WX? Now I wonder what that means.

Something to think about:

It would appear to me that adopting GA BAK, Radio, Met, and Nav theory would not add substantially to cost or study time, and would reduce a lot of confusion among pilots using the same fields at the same time.

Those who struggle with theory would get the added benefit that live theory courses at or near strategic airfields would become more viable.

You won't be a flying dog for long doing that.

Yes Turbo that is true, and really training should provide a safety net such as a tracking device put on the AC for the first few flights that can be observed on line by the school similar to trucks and that would give that added safety, the device could be remove when several solo navs have been completed.Watto

There are also other good reasons for not departing from your own Training Area, as we'll all see if I can get off my bum and free up some time from my present contract to write the next instalment of Performance and Operations.

It's not waffling Watto, it's just amazing how one minute everything is where you expect it to be and then you seem to be looking at the face of Mars, with nothing to guide you home.

I'm a bit curious about the logic of keeping the pilot within the well travelled training area while he is under the control of the Instructor, but letting him loose outside it before he has conducted dual navex training, or navigation theory - seems to be a gap there to me.

....... "so I'll see your 16 Feng Sheis and raise you 4 Dali Sheis, a couple of loose rivets and a disused Holden Commode barrel" said Radavan as he .......

......skipped down Bayliss St looking for Ms Doubtfire, so he could yell a couple of taunts and run for the Sportstar.

Meanwhile, (and yes Decca, I'll get off this nonsense and work out the Performance and Operations questions) ditDot had been given his yellow jacket and badge saying "Marshell" and was supervising the grading of Ram Hills.

Work stopped when it was realised that even after being buried since 1873, the ram was intact, so to speak(and provide an opportunity for L'Rat).

So off he went to the Knackery, but thinking it might be possible to clone another ram, took off for the Quackery, then after being told there was no chance, figured he had the BBQ supplies in hand, so went down the street to the Butchery and made arrangements to cut up the members for what would certainly be a memorable luncheon.

He then walked across to the Haberdashery, where there was a young girl who was more haber than dashery.

He'd been trying to get her to measure his inside leg for some time, and after he told her about the morning's activities, finally succeeded in getting her into the fitting room (country girls are like that - you should try it sometime).

They'd been there for some time when in walked old Mrs McDonald, to pick up a hat she was having repaired.

Hearing scuffling from out the back, and suspecting a rat, she hefted her gidgee walking stick, flung back the curtains, and reeled in horror at what she first thought to be an eight legged monster insect writhing on the carpet.......

ditDot decided to give Wide Bay a Wide Berth, and started preparing for the Dalby Air Show 2010, apparently leaving himslef plenty of time for phone calls etc.

They wanted the big jets here and a survey showed two small hills off the end of the strip, which was 600 feet long.

Now ditDoty wasn't really up on his hometown history, but Dalby was once famous for a ram whose prized possessions were tywo of the biggest in the world.

In fact the Queenslanders had said, in the 1800's when there weren't too many cameras around to confuse things, that when they buried the ram it took ten thousand men to carry one of them.

Southerners always discounted the story as typical Queenslander exaggeration which they apparehntly got up to all the time because there was nothing else to do.

There was a poem about the Dalby ram taught in southern country schools, but the teacher always say that it was just pure Queenslander fancy.

However, Turbo found out the truth in a rather roundabout way on a trip through Arizona once when he called into a Roswell Gas Station to fill up, and was greeted by a small man with big almond shape eyes, no nose and his ears burnt off.

"Ever seen a Martian?" he asked, and Turbo, wise from many cryptic questions from the Captain, where a wrong answer spelt certain embarrassment quickly responded with: "Am I looking at one?" to which the other replied "Yes"

Turbo bought him a beer and they had a long talk with Turbo eventually telling the Martian that he came from Australia.

"Remember the Martian face? " said the Martian and Turbvo admitted that he'd studied the matter.

"Well we had a similar situation we called the Earth's balls", said the Martian, and Turbo explained the old poem, leaving out a lot of the Queensland exaggerations about being able to buy X Ray sunglasses for fiftenn bucks and so on.

"How did you get here? " asked Turbo.

"Well" said the Martian "It all started when we thought the people who were warning us about global warming were just nuts, but soon it got hotter and hotter.

"I had several skin cancer operations which eventually took my nose, ears and eyelids, and life was really difficult until we all ran out of petrol and couldn't drive to the supermarket any more.

"People were dying of starvation, but I had a mate called Morse who said he'd found a way of communicating with earth, using a system of dots, which went quite well but he couldn't understand the replies becaise just when the dots got going, the guy left hi finger on the key and the sentences became unintelligible". (There's no proof readers, but the likely culprit lives a bit further out than Toowoomba).

"Anyway, we couldn't understand a thing he said", continued the Martian, "but we figured they were friendly and Morse had built this Recreational rocket.

"I'd wanted to sent a monkey up first but we didn't have any on Mars, so off we went taking two of the neighbours with us.

"We ran out of gas just over Flagstaff and coasted in to this desert area near Roswell, and would have been OK except Morse held off too long and we stalled in, waking up a local farmer, who coujldn't dob us in to the Air Force quickly enough...... and the rest is history."

Anyway ditDot dodn't know any of this, and a couple of centuries had decayed the giant organs to the point where test drilling indicated they could just be graded away.

Now in the old days they would have just coupled two Versatile Tractors together to pull the discs over the mounds to drag out the dirt, but instead they used 16 Feng Sheis, resplendent in their colours of bright green and orange........

Probably fried......

Brett, it's very easy to get lost.

how is this policed?

Must admit I found your avatar more interesting than what apparently most people saw up there.

OK, thanks, will stretch my wings.

Just look at the varying opinions on the term CAVOK, then think about the many more obscure terms, sometimes only being used by certain meteorologists.

The reason I'm so sentitive to this is that I was caught by the term "Trough".

I've seen it many times on TV broadcasts since, but at the time I'd just completed the GA course with near 100% test results, and we had never discussed it, and it wasn't in any of the literature, but it was innocuously sitting within the teletype forecast I picked up from Moorabbin on an early morning with blue skies, in fact CAVOK, and I was heading towards it. Got in to the destination in SA with only a mild change in weather, but was then socked in for three days and made it back to Melbourne in marginal conditions, late for work and a very much wiser person.

Footnote: I now find the local RC model aircraft site gives the best information.

Where does the Training Area boundary fit in then?

Ah....another NATIONAL Freight Hub......(see the thread on Goulburn Airport).

Firstly, hubbing operations are never National - they are strategic locations with a high load of freight coming in and an equal load going out - so the trucks never have to operate empty. I've just visited the major truck operators in the area, and the action is in Albury/Wodonga and Wagga Wagga, which pretty much covers Sesame Street and the SA/WA-East Coast routes.

Secondly, I'd be willing to bet that a development company has been quietly working on the site for an Industrial zone for about a decade, and maybe the harness racing venue as well.

Thirdly, recent history, where airport after airport has been lost to developers, some with large volumes of air traffic, suggest that the airport will go.

You mean it's going to be nearly as big as Wide Bay???????

Then it dawnwd on Turbs. The Dalby Fly-In is in late 2010 and he wondered whether he and the Rat would make it that long.

"Maybe we'll ..........................

"....just get you to come down and do a few circuits in a Jab" said Turbo to Tomo, "you can use the Rat's Jab", but Ratto shot him a rodentious glance that was so withering, he began to shake at the realisation that Ratto would probably find out he'd pinched all the complimentary sweets from Ratto's little Cherub statue in the foyer of Rodent Hall.

All in all he thought he might give Wagga a miss until things quietened down.

A friend had phoned from Wagga after reading his post and said for the first few weeks when he moved up there he thought the town had some type of Town Hall bell, but the chimes went off at all times and he now realised it was the sound of local tourists hitting the front wall of the paddy wagon as Wagga's own Mrs Doubtfire flung them in.....

So all was well and ..........

......Mouseland returned to normal, much the poorer after the whirlwind which was Turbo had departed the scene giving one last radar unit the bird on the way home thanks to a timely warning from a kindly truckie.

He'll return though, the curiosity is just too much to see another nearby location - Wog Wog, which came up in his GPS ahead of Wagga Wagga every time.

He wondered who might live in this little town, and whether it was founded before Wagga Wagga, Grong Grong, Mitta Mitta and Woy Woy.

Someone certainly had a speech impediment in NSW.

He got to the bottom of the disastrous situation in Wangaratta, where Joe Drage's lifetime collection of historic aircraft had been sold by the Wangaratta Council, which had also managed to get rid of it's harness racing facility and a number of other unwanted things

He was rather depressed until he saw a notice about an air show at Dalby.

At first he thought it was just ditDot announcing he was going up for another attempt at flying a Jabiru, but then he realised it was something bigger........

Sorry for your situation Junior, it's very hard to fix things when a Council degenerates into a rotten mess.

The people do control it though - at the ballot box.

Hey I would have love to have gone but because of the presence of a number of Mexicans I held grave concern for the possibility of the pigs flying, go figure.First clue, this is not anaeronautical riddle.

Rick-p

We've got a show at Avalon every two years, but its harder to get in and out of the gates than a BNS ball.

Funny you should refer to us as Mexicans - Columbians would be better based on what happens when you go for a train ride these days.

I was once talking to a customer in Townsville and he spent an hour ranting about smart arses from the south and Mexicans etc., and luckily, just as I was about to defend myself I realised he was talking about Brisbane and I was able to reassure him that I came from further away.

Having noticed that a little green croupier shaking dice (:csm:) is el Rat's new mascot...Does this mean that planning is underway for Casino de Rat? :ilmostro:

No, I heard Ratsy was so excited about building the new brasserie, that he's decided to start early promotion for a new w*nkery.....

...or Bogong Moth swarms or red dust as big as dog balls, or....maybe it would just say "no restrictions"

Good Post JayKay

This earlier post from Captain seemed to sum up the democratic situation.

"The coded message could then also be given for those that feel it best suits them, just like they can still choose to use a sextant instead of a GPS."

As well as plain English downloads, I would like to see hazards emphasised, to make it easier for pilots who only fly occasionally, and may well miss the key word in the rush of preparation.

Lovaks, have a vague memory of climbing up a downpipe out the back about 3 am to put up the Czech flag you brought over - did you take it down? If not can you get in unobserved and push the downpipe back into place - I don't think the brackets were designed to take my weight.

or set up a suitable search facility

It is Os, but we need to move on when newer, simpler, and safer technology comes along.

These codes were designed for the Telex machines of the fifties.

Well, everyone's welcome to have a laugh at my expense - Ossie's information is dated around December 20, and I posted on december 31, so I probably would have flown straight into it.....however, it does make my point.