ahlocks

There hasn't been a 'bewdy, sheila or strewth" for several posts....:confused: not even a titty joke!!:ah_oh:

Got no idea what you're talking about.... :clown:

Good story Pud. Thanks!

.... and did you know La Crapp flew a Texan?.....

No, but he has confessed that he drives a 'toff's toyota' :ah_oh::devil:

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The bollocks from Ahlocks deserves no respect

And during this brief interlude,

Ahlovak got to wondering if el Kapatain's tupperware thruster was being left out in the blue shed at YSWG(x 2)? For if it is, it could probably share some space with the czech 'sex on wings machine' and at least be undercover.

Who knows? they might breed (the planes that is) and we could auction the litter!

Hmmm, tupperminium biplanes...

Aww, bugga Geoff! you were too quick. A bit of both I think!

And now back to the drivel at hand...

....She in turn was holding on grimly to WincingPete by the ….

...light of the red gum fire.:big_grin:

Big 'nanas slowly drew in on her prey , the now PetrifiedPete:ah_oh::confused:.

"None of that 'oh....sorry about that' nonsense from you my prolongedPassionPete:star:. She cooed :heart::heart:. And with a hauntingly familiar whizz, twirl, klump, Big 'nanas spun around and....

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on the butt of one joke, HiHo could land

“What do you make of this?” whispered MusicalMerv whose eyes were still watering…

But there was no answer! :ah_oh::ah_oh: For melodicMerv had changed frequency to activate the PAT (pilot activated tears). (C'mon Merv, come out and play...you know you want to..:devil:)

With that, the pirate with a penchant for prose (actually, he's a bit confused 'cuz it's actually pilates than he fancies, but he's dislex.. umm, lexdisti...cant spell for nutz, so just says Arrhh a lot to divert attention) spun about about his wooden leg...

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The lexicon of LeKap is limitless

....... tit-elated. (however I may have spelt that incorrectly).

tit-elated? Are you suggesting that the riverland girl :heart: has had a boob job?! :ah_oh::confused::broken_heart: or is she just pointing (too subtle??) in the direction that the NES should take? :raise_eyebrow:

And HiHo,

Paris Hilton :yuk:. Style! :confused::yuk:. Must be comming!:ah_oh::yuk: ... and the same sentence!:ah_oh::confused:

Eeww! :yuk::yuk::yuk: ...not going there.

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The variable pitch of Ahlovak is lifeless

Enjoy you should but what about the car keys,do you still get into the car,how many get wiped out in car accidents.

Happy new year to all and sundry

Now how the hell can Turboplaner, a townie from down south, have such intimate knowledge of the rituals of the B&S? :raise_eyebrow:

It appears that the Tooradin taunter, may well have insider knowledge from a rural upbringing…That true tuberplanter? ;):devil:

And now, with Oxford on hand and Roget’s at the ready…..

The red gum had reached 119 feet....

“Stuff a horse, I’m off course, turn right†sung out young bingles.

( ‘cuz dodging airborne trees was really quite passé for such an adventurous lad. Well, that and his dire straights CD was up to a really good bit…)

“Holy skin tight moleskinsâ€, quipped hiho(canlandanywhere), with his eyes transfixed on the acreage of a bushpig’s rump.:yuk::yuk:

(No, no, not the svelte derrière of the Riverland lass).:heart::heart:

“If they have to close the strip, that’s where I’ll put down†he thought quietly to himself.

Whew! As the drama subsided, a solitary call was heard on CTAF. “I’ve just had a near miss with a startle, a sheeter and a bloody big tree!†For MusicalMerv, who had been doing his best to avoid being involved in one of the rex (interesting to see if he bites..) was inbound to offer advice with one of his classic tales…..

Zactly the same reasons as CautiousandthoughfulPete.

oh, and on call as well.

Nearly rose to kapatains baiting though...

Icanland(on a postage stamp) was befuddled as to why the Riverland girl :heart:, would be upset by being called a sORt.:ah_oh::ah_oh:. Surely she knew that country gentlemen still used archaic terms when describing good lookin' sheilas?!:black_eye:

Ahlovak, thought that a really cool sounding czech name would woo the riverland lass, like those latino lover names like Enrique do...:ah_oh::broken_heart:, But it was the the sight of a DivebombPetes video camera :broken_heart: that had the riverland girl :heart: quivering like a Hilton on a hot plate :raise_eyebrow:.

The mere thought of potentialPete's big new xmas battery powering that camera had her....

.... "You crying 'Pull Up, Pull Up' in your sleep did touch me right here. Can I perhaps assist you to settle this 'Pull Uppingness' while soothing your fevered.........

Delusions!

For tubby planer, who was suffering from overindulging in xmas tucker, didn't have the energy to crack a smile, let alone crack anything else.! :raise_eyebrow:

Ahlovak was suffering similar after two days of extra helpings of trifle and Pav and being edumacted on the correct spelling of czech.(Hmmm, hole in the wet czech ... still not sure what she meant...but I digress)

With an extended belly and having consumed a couple of cleansing xmas ales, Rollicks could not contemplate ascending into the hot blue yonder where la Kraptain circled, for five b:censored:y hours, taunting for a fibreglass v's aluminium face off.:ah_oh:

"Bugga that! it's taken two days to come up with some smart a:censored:s yarn for NES! Let alone having to clean the machine gun juice off the inside of the canopy again!" muttered Ahlovak. (this multi personality thing is certainly complicated...i_dunno). I'll have to entertain myself with tubby planers escapade with aviations natural enemy:exclamation: - the boat."thumb_downthumb_downthumb_down

The riverland girl :heart: soon realised that oarlocks/rollicks/Ahlovak would be waste off time :ah_oh: (well, not a great deal of time..) as she figured he understood the "pull up" joke probably far to well...

With that she......

Or we could remember that it is only a game and overcome that inane desire, that we all seem to have, that compels us to compete over rather trivial things. :raise_eyebrow:

P.S.

Merry Christmas!!!

Quickly deflecting Planey’s attempt to draw the NES away from titillating innuendo; :devil:

Sportstar in the cot? Me?? :nerd:i_dunno

Sportstars are well built, attractive to the eye, long lasting and built by the cheks.

I can assure you that I have none of those qualities. Although my mother did mutter something about a hole and some kind of chek being the reason I was born….i_dunno:raise_eyebrow::confused:

Meanwhile, The riverland girl :heart:gathered her ‘hot tips’ from the forum and carefully tucked them back from where they had spilled. :broken_heart::broken_heart:

CantseeabloodythingPete was miffed for he had missed the spectacle. While he claimed that he was laser blinded by a xmas light in Melbourne, it was widely suspected that his good lady wife had read his previous post.

As the swelling eased, and his vision was restored, the chewka legend....

Yeah, concur.

I should have considered the context rather than thinking of generic landings.

Cheers!

...I wish that you wouldbut you won't 'cause you can't

 

with that .... "

...preoccupation with farming implements you all seem to have.

With your (slartster's) facination with single furrow ploughing and Tuber's John Deere wheel fetish, :confused: I'm surprised that any of you have time to think of things of the flesh." Quipped the riverland girl.

“And my dear suite (think about it..) Kaptain. Not spittle? What ever could you mean??" :raise_eyebrow:

With that she turned the perplexed:question::question:pete for an explanation.....

...Leave some power on so you can achieve a nose high attitude before the mains touch.happy days,

My reason being, that the most likely time that the nose wheel will be damaged will be during an off field landing and I'd imagine that it's fairly likely that the motor not running will be the very cause of that landing.

So to me, if every landing is the equivalent of an engine out landing, i.e. glide approach and touchdown, the off fielder should be a no brainer 'cuz you've had lots of practise doing them...

Horses for courses I suppose.

Cheers!

Sheep? What sheep:question:

And ‘not the redbaron’ (NTRB) is spiraling into deep depression for he shall miss the ripping yarns of the much bingled one. Sigh, for NTRB had actually cancelled the subscription to the adventure channel because it was much too tame in comparison.

But new friends have been made and an adventure into NES has begun. :thumb_up::thumb_up::thumb_up:

Kapee de foi gras’ has yet to discover that the stars on his tail are really bullet hits artfully applied by the chek tin can and Pate’Pete will become pepperedPete if NTRB ever nuts up enough to fly as far a ‘chooka! But that now can't happen for at least another two weeks as the master of back country navigation is not able to provide guidance.:confused:

It really is a problem cleaning the spittle off the inside of the canopy.:black_eye:

Jeez ahlocks :big_grin: - give us a break, what are the rest of us - chopped liver :big_grin::big_grin:

Crikey Pate’Pete, You’re right, exclaimed the Red Baron of the south west slopes! :ah_oh:

(who is not really the red baron because the beer can is red AND white and only has one set of wings and who can’t do a german accent and makes pretent guns noises chasing jabiroos around the circuit and ….. well, some things shouldn’t be written down):confused::clown:

Yes, I can see how offensive it could be taken, to have neglected to include the other players in the NES. I should be taken down behind the weather shed and whipped! (please!!):big_grin:;):confused:

I shall be more considerate in future, but you mob are pretty hard to keep up with….Multiple personalities and all. :thumb_up:

Alas poor binglesalot. :ah_oh: :raise_eyebrow:

Mauled by a dry docked pirate with a penchant for plastic and poetry and assisted by those voracious riverina grass hoppers! Ever heard the sound of green aluminium chunks falling from the sky as locust poop? :confused:

What are denizens of the NES going to do without an instalment of calamity Josh for the next two weeks? Oh dear. Half a month of no melodrama....oh, the humanity...

The solid state trutrak (sp?) A/I is pretty good in that it has a GPS track readout to use as a D/G. I just don't trust it. It's OK until when the PTT is pressed, it indicates a bank! Probably RF or a voltage problem, but I haven't chased the issue as I know it does it, so I don't rely on it.

Just to go off on a tangent, I was taught to fly circuits in reference to the airstrip as it makes the skill portable and you don't have to rely on instruments. Works for me so far. Still pretty cool to download the GPS tracks and see how consistent the circuits are.

Cheers!

...off to the airfield now for a blat.

Back again...Dunno how Binglesworth missed The Rock. It looked splendid from three thousand feet.

The inbound RPT driver was pleasant to talk to. The A/H is behaving properly...still don't trust it though.

The vertical card compass agreed with the GPS. All's good.

I find a lot of the fun in flying is the navigation, using a map & compass (DG). A skill you have to refine especially when flapping about in unfamiliar territory. I will investigate a GPS because it's pretty neat to display your actual track on a map and compare it with your planned track.

You'll love having a GPS then. It's very satisfying to review your track after you've done a compass and map exercise and confirm you haven't strayed off track. Wobbled around a bit for sure, but you get that.

I'd have a D/G, 'proper' A/H and VOR equipment if I could justify the expense and fit them in the 'plane. But money, weight and "Do I really need them for my type of ops?" wins out.

For me, it remains that it's all about the view and being able to sharing it with others.

Regards,

Steven B.

P.S.

I can assure you that you will feel pennyless after you've bought your own 'plane... But it's worth it!!

For Doug:

I always have plenty of fuel, a map, ERSA and my nav gear onboard the aircraft. You just never know where you may endup. Things could change with little notice and I may end up having to go somewhere else whether I want to or not.

Compass, map and landmarks. Backed up by GPS if required.

Or....

Take off toward the sun. Over the lake. Right turn and follow Glenfield road. Over the river. past the parents old farm . Over to Aunty Joyces. Check the condition of Federation...just in case. Look around to see who you know that is harvesting. Talk to the inbound RPT and follow them into the airfield. Simple! ;)

In the end he decides to keep circling until something interesting happens.

 

3 days later he's still there....... but had to change his decision when.....

...the next hatching of locusts spotted his bright green flyin' machine. :ah_oh:

Now locusts being hungry little buggas with a fetish for eating green stuff, :yuk:

formed up into a perfect swarm and made a bee (hopper) line straight toward bingles and his succulent (to them) morsel circling tantalisingly above.

Strewth and stuff a dead horse, muttered Bingles. There's more of them thar hoppers than jabirooters at a Bundaberg tupperware party. These persnicity little varmints will leave nuthin' but me Conargo Pub sticker if they catch me!!:raise_eyebrow:

With that Bingles.....