turboplanner

OK, firstly let me reiterate that this material is just to give beginners an idea of basic theory. This and the next chapter took a lot of time, and it's not going to be feasible to research all the CASA/RAA documents, so that's why you are recommended to use your correct RAA/GA training material where you can interpret for your path, either RAA or GA.

I missed the changes on this one, which I'm finding is a continuous hazard, having to unlearn things I knew 20 years ago and learn new procedures, but that's no excuse.

I think BRENTC nailed the sequence and the 45 minutes is a casualty of the long process of Governments to dismantle any prescriptive legislation in favour of codes or "advisories" as a public liability.

Nevertheless the current advice has bite because in an accident where someone is injured or killed you will have to demonstrate that you took due care, and the first thing the prosecution will ask is whether you followed this safety advice from the regulator.

For the purposes of this theoretical exercise, we will use 45 minutes as a niminal reserve fuel, which ill giv us time to get to an alternate in case of trouble, or wander round if we get lost, which we are going to do.

Just a slight interruption with photos from our Tartic trip

Hopefully someone will recognise him and take his Certificate.

What's the status of the airframe now?

Adam, we have GA, RAA, HGFA visiting this site , and the 45 minutes is mandatory for GA, and I'm trying to give you the safest options. As we go on, you'll see there are risk management techniques you can use in all phases of the flight, and I'm sure some people will feel a cold chill go up and down their spine as they realise how close to the razor's edge they fly.

Running out of fuel is a regular ATSB accident/fatality feature - funny if it happens over a flat paddock, or golf course, but a different story over scrub.

Some people may argue the 45 minutes reserve isn't so important if you are just doing circuits, but what happens if someone else cracks up and police etc block your runway etc etc.?

Chapter 2

Here we go with something you can get your teeth into.

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........there hard!!........:ah_oh:

Turbo was in awe at the knowledge of Queenslanders, and gave him a beer. Unfortunately it was a Fosters, and the brand threw dash dash who thought it was an alcopop.

"I'm not allowed to drink it" he said, but Turbo got a felt pen and put a cross over every letter, and dotDash drank it without further comment.

Tartic Nana had got to the Brown Bros stock downstairs and was flaked out on the bunk; her teeth had fallen to the floor.

Skavol had noticed a small maroon object out to the side and put the nose down. As it came closer he realised someone had painted on a rock:

PILOTS

Red Rat Motel now open

Stay one nighht, second night free!

He was so engrossed he allowed the tow rope to slacken and it dragged over the rocks, suffering some serious abrasions.

As he pulled the stick back in terror, he realised the tow rope was unravelling!!!!!!!

dotDash noticed it too, and yelled to Turbo:

"Looks like the beer can is going down!"

In an instant Turbo yelled "take over the complex machine and stay on a heading of Two Nine Zero" while grabbing the tow rope.

"What's that?" asked dotDash, which was quite understandable because he was a Drifter driver and had never seen a compass.

Turbo explained then started climbing hand over hand up the tow rope, using the many hundreds of knots which were the result of unsuccessful fishing for Whiting.

At about two hundred feet up he foun the weak spot and quickly re-knotted it.

He felt a jerk, and looked down to see dotDash spinning the wheel on to full lock and playing with the throttle.

The little prick was trying to bounce him off. ..........

"Don't worry about that" said Tubb "There's a SW change on the way, so get in the trusty Haines Signature and I'll tow the Czara & the Cheetah back in tandem. You take the long rope, Bingles, so you don't get lost (just follow Steve), you get down here under the dashboard, Nanna, and do your thing, and I'll .................

.....make sure dotDash stays above decks because you know what the women are like around Dalby, and even Tartic Nana could tempt him.

The two pilots flew quite low, and as they passed one of the islands Turbo was fascinated to see 100,000 leopard seals rush towards the Cheetah, and in their excitement slid over the cliff to crash to their deaths on the rocks below.

It was going to be a long time before Starylarts was rid of the RSPCA Rescue team.

Speaking of rocks.....

At that moment they heard a call from back on the ice. It was .......

...Big2$ who'd just made a beach landing - or tried to, buthe'd skidded on the ice and rammed an elephant seal, and he'd been repairing it, out of the wind, using a sixteen way imitation swiss army knife he'd bought from Spoils for $2.00.

"I came over here looking for Caroline" he said, but she turned out to be a real tartic, and had hitched a ride to Patagonia, then I ran out of fuel.

"Well how was I to know Tarctic was so far away" he said .........

Takes one to know one ditDot. Turbo was approaching Tarctic and the powerful engine, which had always been fed plenty of oil, it's just that if there's water in he fuel, the last droplet can block a jet and bingo and in something rivaling a ground loop, learnt from his speedway days, Turbo spun the boat at full speed and allowed the boat to slide gently backwards to the ice shelf.

Throwing out the grappling hook, which he had remembered to bring he quickly scaled the cliff, then realised he'd forgotten to tie up the boats and there was a bit of tugging and slipping for a while until he managed to tie the grappling hook to the fir tree.

His first thought had been just to take the marooned airmen off and leave the Czsporster there, however he realised Straya had an obligation not to destroy the pristine environment, so he decided to see if the engine would start, this time rotating in the correct direction for forward movement.

Sadly, he found the engine had frozen up, and he wondered at the sheer stupidity of getting yourself down to the Tarctic with only a two stroke to get you home.

He went down to the boat and started the Evinrude.

After some searching he found enough rope and fishing line to make a long two rope, and threw it up to dotDash.

He remembered the days of Bill Moyes, and figured he could tow the beer can home.

Turbo appointed dotDash Observer, which was a requirement for kite flying, and told him to shut up and not touch anything. dotDash immediately disobeyed by putting a Dire Straits CD on and Turbo just knew it was going to be one of those trips.

"Raise your hand when you're ready", he yelled to Skavol who had scraped a smooth runway with his boot.

Skavols hand went up, and Turbo stepped on the gas.

"Stop, Stop, Stop!" yelled dotDash almost immediately.

It appeared after a lot of shouting that Slavok had picked up some fleas from his seal partner and hadn't really signalled.

Now things were more difficult with the Recycled Metal machine perilously balancing on the edge of the ice shelf.

"It'll have to be a jump start" said Turbo and gave it the gas before Skavol could scratch himself again.

The rope tightened, and the machine rose gracefully into the air behind the powerful boat, which was now crashing through the pack ice.

The landing light was flashing a morse signal. How lucky they were to have Australia's own morse expert on board.

...--- ---;;;..........

Well, you're the one stuck down there in the ice........

Yes that's what I meant - disregard what I said, my aluminium skins weren't load bearing

Once again the red rat had delivered two breakfasts to the one room, probably a wiggly blonde, while a starving businessman paced up and down his room reducing the life of the carpet.

Breakfast 1

Do you think I might be a sealophile?"

"No Lockie, we know that you are actually a ................

"... mud wrestler at The Lawson, so when he comes for you, you'll know what to do"

Breakfast 2

"After all" he added "J230's do the crossing of the ditch all the time, so my SS with it's trusty Axe will be able to ..............

Turbs headed the Haines Signature out from the Port of Tooradin, tracking 180. If he'd tracked 160 for five minutes he would have missed the sand bar, but that was in the past and the powerful two stroke motor was purring evenly for once as he rode the giant waves of Bass Strait.

Fortunately he managed to miss Tasmania (which isn't hard really - it's about the size of the Shire of Dalby), and was now heading into a freezing spray.

Helped by a very strong southerly wind, he made goo time to Herd island and was now approaching the Tarctic, marvelling at wildlife such as Czgulls, Turns, Fenguins, and Thales......

The cold must have caused Skavol and HsadTod to lose their prescence of mind because they had completely overlooked the bright red R22 as a means of escape back to Straya - a bit like snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.

In fact they hadn't even claimed Tarctic for Straya, planted a stolen bar mat and cracked a tinny.

As they looked around, the Tarctic features looked quite different to what explorers likle Scott had described - there were trees and reindeer with pink noses, and Skavol wondered aloud if Scott really had reached the South Pole, or whether the whole trip was written in a studio in Wooloongabba over a few cans of XXXX.

They began to feel hungry; so did the seals......

I used a small sand blaster on the race car - compressor about 15-20 cfm, Grit grade to suit (not sure if they call it 320 or some other classification, but plenty of grades available), blast gun looks like a paint gun, and protection hood.

So in the tradition of Amundsen, Mawson and Scott, and following Mrs Beaton's advice to first catch your elephant seal, Skavol gingerly set out on the ice with only his prominent teeth as a weapon.

Since the blubber on the 2 tonne seal was 50 mm think and Skavol's teeth were only 10 mm long, causing the seal to expire it was going to be a tough ask.

It didn't last very long; when the seal roared, showing its 200 mm teeth Skavol knew he was outgunned and scurried for the safety of the cockpit.

However, as we know, he is cunning.... and he unbolted the prop, and using it as a kind of star wheel, flung it in the dorection of the mob stunning one of the old bulls.

Quickly he ran up and snapped it's neck. Now all he had to do was render the blubber.....

The competition's getting too hard!

No it ain't... 'cause a head wind blue:confused: him backwards into the tartic where he has quite a significant problem on his hands....

 

 

 

 

I've lost the plot here.......... I did come up with "Very In Significant Aussie" Surfers.....:ah_oh:

Turbo sighed "had a lot of tarctics in my day, so I know all about them, but you just have to get on to the next one and hope your luck will change"

........and just for dotDash's comfort "Doesn't everyone pay the $50.00 per hour to use the surf with VISA?"

Meanwhile the Queenslander was still waiting for a northerly to green him back to the cattle tick state.......

You might find something in a physics book on fluid dynamics, or maybe start with water jet data, bearing in mind that's a non compressible fluid, speed are different etc. Also you need to be careful playing around at the exhaust tip, which should have been designed for correct sonic wave bounce, and you don't want to destroy that.

I think we might be twins dotDash. Does this allow me to enter Q without a Visa? You certainly don't see much in Surfers without one!

We're nearly twins, dotDash

....... you can't do that,!

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Meanwhile back and wagga, I managed to side track the CASA man, and he forgot all about the cisa.... well thought dotdash, I may as well get some fuel and get this show in the air......

 

In the air, I called up the beer can...

 

Heli HHH to beer can 1

 

I'm a coming to eat...eerr...meet you

 

Well, Ahh.... I just went by what you said, and look out the window at the windmill...and that's what I got.....

 

Turbo had been down on the ground with the oxy torch in one hand and a calculator in the other, deviously working out trick questions for the forthcoming Performance and Operations Segment 2, and was ill prepared for the triple bunger of HsaDtoD, so taking them one at a time:

Which was the first time LocksHa had ever been game enough to make the call. The incoming pilot momentarily froze in shock and that was enough to send the heavily laden aircraft and its load of complaining passengers off the edge of the ice shelf and into an area of king penguin nests, where after a solid pecking for three hours no one felt like complaining.

LocksHa hd the only repairable means of tranport on the ice.....

NEXT - that one's got no continuity, Datdosh must have lost his memory for a moment.

NEXT - As a licenced Meteorologist (you don't get that in RAA) Turbo had been bemused by northerlies coming from the south and southerlies coming from the north, but he realised that it was after all, Queensland that dotDash was talking about, and some strange things happened up there when they got on the cane juice, so it was just quite possible that one of the neighbours had wired the windmill overnight just to see what would happen to dotDash when he tried to take off......

The Czsportser touched down gently on the ice shelf, where an elephant seal immediately decided to mate with it, severely bending the rear empennage.....

"I saw him at ...................

Was this the one Ozzie?

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..... A very good morning to you to sir..." (got to warm him up to it you see) " May I see your A Sic please?" 'asked the casa man. Certainly sir, it was a very rough ride here and I nearly could be........................

"....about to throw up" said dotDash leaning closer to the CASA man, who began to reel back in anticipation....