Captain

If you fly out of YGLB, you would know Teraya?

Ross knows most of the women around Goulburn.

Or are you referring to Aus-teraya as a whole?

....The tail flicked from side to side and its I's began to bulge :raise_eyebrow:....The bull had a funny look on its face too. :confused:===========

 

Did the Rat depart for Bunderland in the Jabeyeru?

"Why do most bulls love Jabirus?" he bellowed (with an upward inflection at the end).

"I know, he though, I'll ask that in a post on the Recreational Bovine website and Forum (the home of Recreational Beasts and their Burden).

And the answer came back from Vealer2centsworth "...............

El Ratto has been flat out on work stuff this morning and now that the wind is up, the clouds are down, the showers are coming thru with a cloudiness index of 7/8ths, the Rat is going to make another decision in the morrow .... but he expects to bail.

Beware of El Gwapo

And the warning went out to the people of Santa Poko Poko that El Gwapo had come to town.

And as the Amigos said ... everyone has their own personal El Gwapo. For some, shyness is their El Gwapo, for others cross-wind landings are their El Gwapo, while others have rivets as their El Gwapo, yet for Motelliers the El Gwapo is when El Gwapo sends a raiding party across the border.

This is particularly galling as El Ratto has been in Geelong all day and has just driven back to Santa Poko Poko, and this post reminded him that Tink is in town.

Bugger, as the Rat, Turbs and Yaraslav could have gone out raping and pillaging all night tonight.

Instead, Turbo has been out alone and then posting a longer NES post than the TOSG usually does on his serious stuff.

(That flag is very funny there, Radavan).

El Ratto is undecided about bouncing his way off to Morree, then Bundaberg, in the morning and will wait and look at the weather at Sparrows.

"Tink is in town until ............

...Could it be?.........

...... Tomo the Homo-sapian?, Bingles the $4.57-worth?, or Slobodan (the slobberer) Millosovic the SportStardriver?

But no, it was slartiphartblast with his afterburners a-blazing (gotta flare off that methane to save the vironment), his camera a-clicking, his MAW sales pitch a-sprewking and his administratorship a-banning.

"He's always been a bit dotty" said some brave soul, but what are the dits all about?

"It's his ............

My Aunt with her telescope out in the garden, advised that it wasn't Saturn, it was Uranus ......

Captain, they tell me from the Jab Factory that they are expecting atleast 70 Jabs that they know of.

And is one of them to be yours?

If your final signature is not yet in place, please fax a copy of your darling's moniker and I will practice it for a couple of days before you need it.

GK (TR)

I went in 2007 and it was terrific.

IMHO, both the flying show and the static displays were good fun.

So much so that I am planning on going again this year.

Based on your description, it has to be something in the fuel circuit and I'd guess at a sometimes blocked idle circuit or idle jet in the carby ... maybe a loose obstruction in there somewhere.

Have you checked those specific passage-ways? Maybe look for something tiny, as it won't take much if a bit of loose flaky stuff gets in there.

"Wonder if he knows Daisy Duke??" thought Thompson :heart::heart:, "Her blonde curly hair reminds me of poll dorsets"...:heart::confused:

"Did I know Daisy Dooook?" repeated Tink. "I "knew" her when she was new ..... and undefiled ...... because she was my seeeester ...... and we were a family that was not afraid to show our affection (a bit like this fine aviation family here on this website ..... where Ian is my brother, Tomo the Homo is the black dorset, the Ahlovackian is the mid European in hiding in some dark forest and is wanted by some Court or other, BlaBla has been convicted for Jab hatred, and I am sentenced to hard labour with this cold chisel and sledgy on the Rude-Pile of life.)"

"And to think that I am one of the best things to ever come out of Korumburra" he added "Except for ........

My Aunt's accounts payable section said "Where's the bill, Ahlow?"

PS .... Could our very own McJocklocksazvic perhaps actually be Radovan Karadzic ..... in drag ..... but masquerading as a member of the MLA for legitimacy?

I agree with most of facty's post.

If you barely have enough height to turn back you are more likely to muck it up from the pressure of the moment ... and spinning in from a low turn has wiped out lots of reasonable pilots.

There is a good reason why the "don't turn more than 30 degrees off heading" rule of thumb has evolved.

My rule (for me) is don't turn back unless I have enough height to be sure of making the cross strip.

I have practiced 180 degree power-off turns at height and you lose less height than you think.

When learning to fly gliders they do a simulated rope break on an aero-tow at lowish level and it is surprising what you can do with a turn-back.

But in the real world, if the engine goes quiet, and you tighten up, it will be much different.

Hope this helps.

DING! Achoo!! Tubz toiled on.............

Thump, Thump, Thump he went as he upsized to a bigger cold chisel and an 8 lb sledgy.

"Next I'll use those timber cutter's wedges at the museum .......... or perhaps this is a female EvenRuder and I should use a bottle of champagne"

"It's a ............

Woo Hoo!!! 2K :thumb_up:

Tink blew through with two.

Congrats to you.

Now to assemble rhymes with "three".

"It was "ewes" replied Tomo "And better looking than most of the sheilas at the Dalby B&S too, plus they pay their own way."

"I'm shocked" said ..........................

".....It's like.....it's like......it's like......AH CHOOOOOO!

"But have you pulled the head off it yet Tink" asked Sue, who liked to watch?

"I have ..........

.....the assembled throng continued with their rhyming incantations.

"Thar be demons at work 'ere!" spake the one with the golden incisor as he examined the deformities that the engine graft had caused.

 

" 'ere, be cautious Ratatouie!" warned the Turbotinkerer, "That's not a rivet line on the plastic cowling, that's pustules from a transplant rejection.......

"Ah, Jim-Lad" said the rat with the gleaming canine "I love a good story about pustules, transplants and organ rejection at this time on a Sunday evening, while the TinkyWink is down there eating a Taco with a mask on and cold chissel + 4 lb sledgy in hand, tuning the Even Ruder".

"It's like ...............

.....to many too's to totally comprehend to much about two to many blue screwed ewe's that it's to much to-wubble to...............

"I know that it is Qld, Tomo, but do you mean "screw ewes" or "screw youze"" asked Sue who knew how to screw and just wanted to be specific.

DitDahDitDottiDit replied"...................

" screw and stew and moo and hoo and roo too....."

"Ooooo ....." said Sue who drew on all of her experience to chew it over. "Tubb doesn't have a clue, it must be the flu, so make up a brew and he'll be like new."

Then there was a big "DING" (again), it was the ...................

Just 8 posts to #2000 ......... so the race is on, but I'll leave this one to someone else ....

.... the ducking stool!"

"Poooo ..... What strange passtimes you have in WW, there Ahlocks" replied Le Crepe "I've slipped over in cow pats before never in the way you have in mind"

"And now this mutation has spouted rivets on the fine glass surface, so it must be a Rotarivaroo ........... and the speed is down 10 knots too, so poooo, & spew, off to the loo for you, you'll never get a new crew if it ever flew."

It'll ..............

"Ohh.." said Nanna :ah_oh: as she realised her mistake. "When you mentioned 'grabbing a stubby' and 'taking teeth out', I got confused...:broken_heart:

DING! The microwave announced that his cup of Earl Grey was ready.

 

"Ripper idea these galleys!" thought DotDash , "Wonder if I could get one fitted to the drifter?" he muttered quietly to himself as he clambered back toward the Baron's controls.....

 

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"Vot ..... not again" yelled The Baron "Get away von mein "controls" .... as I heard zee word "ding" mentioned and I am not now even game enough to bend over to pick up mein monicle"

"You'll be OK, mate" said ................

"What a good idea!" thought Ditdah as he pushed the control locks into place and shoved his seat back. "Thought the auto pilot would be a bit flasher than a cotter pin through the contol shaft." he mused, as he made his way rearward to make a cup of tea in the galley.

"Someone out there looking for approved roots?" :heart: crackled a voice on the Baron's radio.....

 

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The Nanna in the garden is a wise old trucker.....

"I can't possibly comment" replied Nanna "As the Lights on the Hill are a'blindin me ..... or are they actually the arc lights being used by the video crew?"

"Action" called the director, so Nanna & Tubbs needed to fake one for the gipper.

"I said 'trucking' and "just-in-time""said Tubb "Not .....

He was in coarse pitch............

"Of course ..... pitch up, a bit more right rudder" he replied as he pinched himself while speaking coarsely (it was a coarse pinch too), "Because if I can fly a Robbo to the Tarctic (or should that read "to Tarctica"?) I can surely fly this poxy Baron over the Albany .... after all, how hard can it be?"

(And it surely can't be any harder than doing a head-job on Evan Rude.)

"Vot" replied ze Baron, when Ditdaaaa fondled his pitch adjustment thingy and his monicle feel out, while his .............

Please -the end>>>>

"Sorry Trev ... you bundle of fun ... at 102,457 he is nowhere near the end. Suggest you start a thread that is titled 20 fun things to do in Albany, and that will be never ending too" said some unkind soul.

"Stop that" added the Skip "Albany is a great place for relo's and ............

Note to self: Add $10 to Skipper's invoice for making me lose count ..1, 2, 3....

And here's me, thinking that "Mate's rates" meant "special low".

"Fair dinkum .... owning a 230 must be like owning a Rolls Royce. Everyone assumes you are effluent and want to get in for their chop" said .................

......... over the Tartic affair ....

"Tartic affairs never work out well, and I've had a few of 'em" contributed a Forum Member who has asked to remain anomanyminous.

"It's so cold down there in the Tartic that the lady you are affairing with just laughs at you when it looks like you have an "Inny" where your "Outy" should be .......... and there you are with a frozen inny, a (potential) lover who is laughing at you, and "it" is peaking out ..... like a frightened turtle" he explained.

"You can solve that by ................

I can't work out how it happened. i only posted once

"....or they would be if I wasn't designing about 30 seconds ahead of truck production, where any calculation slip mans "ross of face", so the head job has to wait for a few days...."

"So" said Nanna "Tubbs is working on a JIT project, which is fair enough as that is what he gives the rest of us when he doesn't reply to the NES."

"And where is Goldy McLocks these days?" asked the prefect.

"Don't tell me that the NES isn't gunna get to 2000 posts and 20,000 viewings" said the Skipper "What will we do now?"

We will ..........

I'm seeking approval from the finance minister of the Aviation Gasoline fund. If it costs me $200 from Melb to Narromine, it will cost near $800 return. Not a cheap exercise! (unless you are a mining magnate like some others on here)

Do you have at least one signature on the form?

Or are you just angling for me to shout you to the Jabiru Dinner ....... which I will do if you can get the rest past the post.

If you go, when would you plan to depart?