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"Oh no" said the Pink Panted "I know all about her", and he quickly shooed out the girls, borrowed the President's natty flying suit, stuck his thumbs in the bib and started a boring talk on flying.......

GraemeK, you've picked up on BrentC's curiosity relating to another matter - not going to open the can here until I get an official answer about the conflict in documents - this thread's about crossing runways

AIP ENR 1.2 is the one .....

BrentC

I believe there is a conflict, subject was raised last year with some confusing results, so I'd like to get it right before raising the subject again, particularly in relation to one CASA approved Publication.

"Did someone say "deep"?" asked Nanna, who had a few words left over from March "I'll be in that, but ........

"....first I have to hitch a ride to Narrowmind to sink me nails into those buns...."

Can you advise what you are waiting for with respect to clearance from cloud?Common sense should prevail regarding crossing runways. Personally I would stop, look, then make a call to say I'm crossing it. If I hit an aircraft doing circuits that doesn't have a radio, then I would be 100% liable for that.

One current publication specifies a minimum horizontal distance from cloud, another a minium vertical distance from cloud.

(b)

I'm sure there was a regulation, having a look for it.

Aaaaagh, Turbo had underestimated the deep deep, and consistent sense of humour of Le Crappe, and NES readers this also is an example of how quickly aliens would be able to adapt to human conversation if they ever came to earth....

Adrian, I'm withdrawing my advice regarding availability of aircraft

No, very black and white if you want to retain your licence, check the Air Leg, definitions etc.

Can we say it on the internet? .....BlackPete......

"No wonder he hasn't fixed that outboard yet" answered McJocks "And Ian will be .....

"....pestering me to fly the Hysterical Dragonfly"

There was a rumble of laughter from the six people trapped in the First Class Lounge. They certainly didn't have much else to laugh about because they'd run out of gin the first night, while telling tall stories about themselves, no one had thought to take in a change of underwear and they were now trapped, apparently without words since Turbo had cleverly used them all up in the Free to Air posts.

One voice, forever complaining about the lack of gin seemed to stand out from the others; could it be B...

I believe it dovetailed in with the procedure where you stop, request clearance to cross and the tower controller ensures clearance and calls you to cross.

So at an uncontrolled field you stop, ensure that runway is clear then cross.

HOWEVER, I suspect this has gone missing as a result of updates on updates.

I've been waiting for an answer on the correctness of the current VFG information on clearance from cloud since before Christmas - you wouldn't think that was too hard, but...

....... "No worries, Ex-y" said the Skipp. "Anyone who can "ounce again" will get my support. Just take Ross's pussy next time, will ya?"

"Ok" was his sheepish reply " I'll ounce another time & .................

...(thinking of all those nubile blondes) get back to work."

At Narrowmind Day 2, ExAdmin was in his element. He’d rushed down to the local Target store the previous night and bought himself a pair of hot pink shorts, then asked his wife to press them. Now Corinne was waaay ahead of the action but decided to play along. “What do you want these for dear?” she asked sweetly “I need to project a more vibrant image for our business” said ExAdmin without even blushing.

And so NES readers it came to pass that ExAdmin made the news on two channels that night, although it was noticed that the cameras spent more time on the long lines of girls than out Hero.

There was some muttering that this was interfering with the flow of the National Event, and didn’t seem to have much to do with aviation, but the Organizing Committee had already noted that three hundred and fifty of the girls had availed themselves of offers for Ad Hoc TIFs, and also that almost certainly there would be a few little flyers available in a few years albeit that this was accidental.

The Organizers knew where their bread was buttered and made ExAdmin's little stale bun tent Exhibit of the Show, and inducted ExAdmin into the RAA Hall of Fame.

But there were clouds on the horizon......

Welcome, hope to hear more from you.

I'll just grab the keys to their aircraft, go for a free fly in a 230 (I'm excited, and hope I can handle the speed & fine handling) and .............."

"... land as straight as I usually do".

NES friends, ExAdmin was used to the speed and handling of his trusty Grizzl He reeled back in horror as the Jab motor came to life;his reaction being similar to a Kamikaze pilot when he hit the button of the Zero, and knew this would be the last time it ever started.

He's never felt power like this before and his bruised buns began to quiver and his sphincter muscle tightened like a No4 pipe wrench.

He touched the throttle to taxi, completely forgetting his after start checks, and the surge of speed was something he'd never experienced before. He grabbed the brake lever like a man possessed, and it seemd that nothing was happening (which as Jab jockeys know is normal).

Gingerly edging on to the runway in a series of surging and braking he smoothly opened the throttle like he always did in the Grizzl.

There was a surge of power and the Jab immediately curved to the left (very much like one of Le Crappe's golf shots) and hit the grass.

Then he remembered "right rudder to offset engine torque!", and he managed to get it back on line and smoothly into the air.

"This really is like flying a Spitfire" he thought "No wonder so many people bought Jabs"

He looked at the altimeter, which in the Grizzl would be showing about 500 feet, and was staggered to see 10,000 feet on the clock which was spinning wildly. Narrowmind was fast becoming a little spec.

"I'm about to run out of oxygen!" he gasped at 12,000 feet.

He looked out the side window and saw BigW, who always breathed his own oxygen. BigW's big glove (which he'd bought at a $2 shop - two sizes too big but who cares, it hold a bundy - pointed downwards, and ExAdmin dissolved in gratitude at the kindness of somone he'd had to be stern with.

But he hadn't been paying attention and the Jab flicked into a spin [NES readers see the thread "Stalls" for some of the most outstanding fiction since James Bond]. Using the falling leaf manoeuvre he managed to flutter down into the circuit, remember his calls, and make a half decent approach until he was about 20 feet from the ground when the Jab lifted a wing, angled round 40 degrees in the opposite direction, lifted the nose - all the things you would expect in a normal landing.

With eyes set like steel, our ExAdmin wrestled the Jab on to the ground where it bounced back into the air, dropped like a rock, ounced again, landed at a 15 degree angle to starboard, immediately swerved to port, up on to the grass, over a rabbit warren, and through a fence. It was at this point that ExAdmin lost control and crashed into a stump.

Feeling downhearted, and not knowing what he was going to say to Le Crappe he walked back to his tent, his buns mincing like two cats fighting in a bag......

Tyabb have two club AC - long road trip but you fly down over the Heads, so there's some catch up

"They are really quite red raw and I'm really cross that the bloke with the cat glove puppet keeps sending young nubiles to grab at them"...

This was just a cover, ExAdmin had never had so much fun in all his life, and started giving away free Nav systems, nodding and signing autographs for the people who came up and said "Geez what have you got that I haven't" (apparently overlooking the pot gut, dirty jeans, three dau growth and BO)

Ex Admin bounced around, his voice getting louder and louder, and giving away more and more for free. Finally he overdid it.....

There was rousing applause from the group who loved to hear aviation talk, and would go home tonight and in reverent terms tell their wife and kids they heard from a PILOT today.

They didn't understand any of what they heard, so no harm was done, and in fact regular forum visitors would probably agree it was the most technically correct post we've seen in months (except for the footnote about the Jab, but we did provoke him).

Flushed with success, Avlovak wandered along to Narowmind and into the tent which had become known as the Hot Buns Tent.

"Help!", said ExAdmin as nubile young hands grabbed for his buns, "I'll never......"

....and so Avlocks went off to show and tell, dragging his little Sportster into the classroom.....

What's worse than that stark experience is that Dracer's story is being backed up by other evidence showing more fire victims have been used for spin and are not getting the help they need to get back on track - not such a nice story.

...horse's head....

McLoch should take another look at the non Italian face in the previous post. It has been altered by plastic surgery since then of course (as you know you can't change the Italian appearance because the hands give it away every time, but suffice to say when the producers of Underbelly were putting together their program an offer was made which they were unable to refuse, and the world may be poorer as a result, but the parties here in the Caymans just get bigger and bigger.

Papillon

Wasn't much good as a Bank Manager - couldn't download files

Captain the photos you have selected do not include me, however, on be of them looks distinctly like a regular poster to the various forums who always comes in late, contradicts, and tries to get the last word. The countryside also tends to place him.

However, although I will be wearing very easily identifable clothing (fabric from Bigglesworth's rebuild) here is an old photo of me from the days when I was a Bank Manager

"There is only one hope for him" said his wife "And that's ...............

".....To trade in (if he can) The Cz Echo Slovakian beer barrel for a real aircraft, such as a Jabortwo the 303 version (where the put a shot strainght down the middle, replaced the 17 fuel lines with a gravity feed single line, removed the half dozen fuel gauges which with their cleverly designed differential readings (about 20 litres different to reality) has set up a force field pulling the aircraft to the left intermittantly)"

This didn't help matters at all because Avlovaks, with one leg in the garden was still smarting from his trip to Yarrawonga where after intially enjoying the technical banter of the Learned Gentlemen, a local had wandered into the non ASIC airfield, walked over to the Sportster and said "It's just amazing where you can find Victa lawn mower engines today - come over here and look at this Skye!"....

Avlovaks was severely traumatised in a discussion about the legals of breaking through an airport gate to reach an aircraft on fire.

While at times the law prevents this, and in most cases that's reasonable, this was a Jabiru, and they must be preserved at all costs (although it now appears that Av may have been taking the "let it burn" side in a partisan display)

It may be that the missus locked the gate while he was out, and he's been sitting patiently in the car waiting for it to be unlocked, as the law requires, not realising his Captain needs him to defend Wiga Waga.....