Bob Llewellyn

the exercise of justice under the house of Saxe-Coburg & Gotha! Bob started sucking on a caramel Thruster to sooth himself from the anguish of centuries of injustices...

"Ahhh, FIND THE PLANE!" - it keeps surveillance active on the north-west shelf, gives defence and coastal security an exercise and an excuse for increased budget, and does something for our relationship with SE Asia... not quite sure what though...

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Bob. "How can I use my pucka-power safety seat NOW?". Just then an unmarked, stand-way-off scale replica spitfire swooped over the hill and knocked the antenna for six...

easy-peasy, you just reply to both threads :o)

suspicious lump in his pants. In the meantime, the aliens had sent Bob back...

I know of a business that had definite QC issues with the Chinese workforce - quite hi-tech by Chinese standards, but regarded materials specs as no more than labels. Can this be coped with? How?

Sorry Dutchroll, overlooked your post. Look you, the more insubstantial a rumour, the more likely it is true - because it's insubstantial because "they" are trying to hush it up, not because it's a load of earwax. (where are my pills...)

high-heeled cowboy boots - the order had been for Bloodstones, but they had to wear what they got. Just then, a roaring throb filled the air, and all heads turned to see - a 60,000 kg Lightwing! In the pilot's seat could hardly be seen Hughie Howes, eyes glinting, muttering "454 kg my but - but they complain it's too slow! Well, now I'm showing them ALL! THEY SAID I WAS MAD!!! Heeeeeer's Hughie!" On the ground, Ratty's eyes glinted with evil. No real reason, they just did. Turbo stood thunderstruck, his head filled with giant rubber ducks. Nanna's eyes glistened with glist, a wonderful contact lense adhesive, though she wore no contacts. Nob screamed "Bonsai! it's a heavywing!". Hy stared at him. "Will you cut that tree pruning clap, it's stuff rike that that gives us a lacial steliotype, you demented plick!" The rump checkers were foaming at the mouths...

changed his name to Eastman Kodak for commercial purposes. After surviving an assassination attempt by Rank Xerox, he changed his name again to Westman Dakota, and started selling cameras with lenses cloned from Zeiss under the name "Nikon". "Fascinating" sneered Ben Tley, "but why are we all listening to this welsh git, and WHY are there aeroplanes parked all over the active runway?" Just then he saw Whitney's boob, and forgot to speak. "Whose confort girl are YOU then?" Nanna asked Whitney brightly. "Don't call me brighlty! said Whitney. "People always...

Hi Paul. I've been involved in a couple of accident investigations, and it amazed me how determined people were to sieze on their first theories and ignore any evidence that negated it. Having seen an ATSB report on a Skyfox prang that blamed the 'fox for having a central stick, I'm not surprised that they couldn't count in your case. They don't have proper procedures, they wouldn't know the difference between a causal factor and an inappropriate response - or even an appropriate response. Your tax dollar at work. ps in their safety rag a few years back, they stated that propellor twins need stronger tiedowns than singles, because they're heavier. In print. On the record. FFS!

"hubba hubba! Cor, will you look at the bits on that one...", with a concussed smile that looked suspiciously like a leer. The descendants, who were sharing some saki and wondering how they'd ever get out of here now the Gulfstleam was missing, eyed him askance. "Who's that round-eyed dope looking at?" Asked Hy. Great giggled. "Maybe it's you?" he said. Hy pretended to barf. "WOT are you DOIN', you DISGUSTING little man?" asked Maggot. "wouldn't you like to know?" replied Ssan. "Of CORSE I would, or I wouldna bl**dy ARSKED!" barket Maggot, channeling his inner drill seargent. Nobody had noticed Bob staggering to his feet, until he mumbled "feel the curves!", spread his arms out, and started to run, making "BBBbrrrrrrrrrrrmmmm..." sounds. He ran straight into Maggot, who...

The Lightwings underwent a bit of design evolution before they got to the GR912 / GR912T (and perhaps even slightly in the earliest of those). Because of Howie's determination to get crashworthiness into the structure, and Bill Whitney's (legendary) approach to structures, the Lightwing family have significant reserves of strength. This does not mean that just any Lightwing should be taken to 600kg! - the reserves generally aren't that big. They were forced into the - rather unjustified - weight and stall speed limitations of CAO 95:25, then CAO 101:55, which is where the 1000lb (450kg) / 1,200lb (544kg) and 40kts come from. Lightwing have the build records, and would therefore be able - if they wanted - to determine the MTOW to which each airframe could be justified, outside of CAO 101:55. I suspect that the knowledge gained with the Speed, is being applied to achieving an improved LSA GR-912 evolution; but Lightwings are NOT all identical, and only the factory can determine which pre-existing aircraft could safely be lifted to 600kg TOW - if any. The "new" one should be a fairly useful aeroplane.

In the air, large flap deflections produce substantial induced drag, especially at lower flight speeds. Once the angle of attack is reduced, such as getting all tricycle wheel on the ground, the drag is small, and diminishing as the square of the speed reduction. The energy disappated by flap drag after getting the nosewheel on the ground is small, the physics won't have it any other way. Just after touchdown, when the aircraft is rolling fast, is when the brakes can make the biggest difference to the ground roll - if they can get some grip. Dumping flap unquestionably increases the weight on the wheels. It is quite possibly that the Cessna flaps retract so slowly that the reduction of high-speed rolling drag vs the gradual increase of weight on the wheels make it no different one way or another. But US airstrips are huge... I, personally, very much dislike giving away a degree of control over the aeroplane just so it has a more "airliner" feel - which is why Cessna brought in electic flaps - or for any other reason.

so dump the flaps - I NEVER leave the flaps down after touchdown, on my Thrusters...

I notice the flaps are still down...

...allowed Keatles to take over and turn the Uncivil Aircraft-like things Authoritaaah into a football for lawers by removing their immunity..." A vast silence swept the room, broken only by Hy's nervous fart. The ramp-checker - no longer hopping OR smiling - had come in the door. "That's balls" he said. "We didn't want you irresponsible f**knuckles blackening the good name of orstraalian aviation safety Uuurgh!", and fell like a poleaxed rampchecker. Ratty stuck something suspiciously like brass knuckles into something suspiciously like his pocket, and attempted to whistle innocently. "Goodonya!" said Bob. "Youse anti-Thruster b*st*rds are just grumpy because you can't even get twice the cruise speed for five times the price on nearly twice the power!!" and looked around triumphantly. Ben Tley backhanded him across the face. "Can't stand Triumphs! (except the bikes of course...); and can't stand the bloody welsh!" said Ben. "Not mgmmrph!" said Bob, as Ben accidentaly stepped on his face. "NO!" said Turbo, "my rubber duck was faster than a Thruster..." "YOU CAN"T HANDLE A RUBBER DUCK!!!" screamed Maggot. Just then...

It's on the TOSG website, under "Documentation". http://www.tosgaust.com/documentation.html might find it... Climb charts following soon.

Xtreem Sports Ascendant , which he then tried to license out on Ebay. Back on the operational runway, the trucks had been chased off after the blue singlet brigade came back out of the bush. Maggot had impounded the GulfStleam, and the descendants had hitched a lift into Temora to see if they could get some Chinese takeaway. In the meantime, Bob had gone back behind the end hangar to try to glue his tooth back in, and play with model Thrusters again, when he was aghast to see...

...fast food business, including the nasty business with the milkshake rollergirl and the scrofula. By this time the sun was rising, and only a sleeping Ben, dazed turbo, and Ben's self-heating flight attendants were left - everybody else was off at the food tent getting breakfast, except the few who had slipped into the clubhouse and...

I stand corrected - Hampshire, Edinburgh, WW1, WW2... no need to get pedantic about conspiracy theories... the hippopotamus of recollection suggests that there was a Lloyd George involved, and they weren't a big feature of WW2. Anyway, you can't trust the government, they're out to get all of us...

"Goldfinder", by Kieth Jessop. He found the Edinburgh, but the research turned up all sorts of unusual tidbits... ps I'm betting Kitchener was NOT on MH370...

...this is a plivate palty!" Bob grabbed the bottle of Saki he was waving, and tried to pull the cork out with his teeth, but it had a screw cap. "You... stupid... tur*!" said Rat. "What have you done with MY dues?" "I never...Uuurgh!" said Turbo, felled by a foul blow from Isi. Ben blew a smoke ring, and said...

"Bugg**!" said Bob, as he tripped over Turbo's post. "TURBO!!! why the *^%()^()^)&%(!! are you leaving posts on the field?" "Just... paying my dues, you misanthropic git!" said the soot-smeared Turbo, lurching fowards. Rattus recovered from the coughing fit and stared at Turbo, his squinty little eyes squinting. "Piss off!" said Isi Uzu...

held out a half corona to the Rat. Isi Uzu chimed in with "tlue, don't be sad, be dlunk!", and held up a bottle of Saki. For a moment all of the Rat's depravity flowed back, and he sat fowards; then despair gripped him. "It doesn't matter WHAT you b****y do, aviation organisations are all being run by b****y pilots!". Soothed by the whinge, he took the cigar and lit up. "This is true" said Ben judiciously, "but have you considered the alternative? I mean, just look at the National Aviation Administrator in this country!". Ratty choked, and smoke came out his nose. "WHO SPEAKS JUDICIOUSLY OF THE NAA?" boomed an ex cathedra voice from the darkness. Into the light strode...

I've been working on this software for yonks, in order to be able to make props that do what they are advertised to do. Due to the CASA Review of Regs, I am now back at university, with a family, and very little income. So progress is slow. I'm still determined, so I may have started making props by the time you're ready to go Enclosing the wheels should pay ~5kts for your juggernaut