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    ok is your life

    in Aircraft Incidents and Accidents

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    I have known Neil for a great many years and the great thing about recreational flying is that it gives the chance to experience and enjoy the great thrills of flying to anyone no matter what their background is, their educational level and to some extent what handicaps they may have had to endure through their life. However, what recreational flying doesn't do is to teach us to be more understanding of those that may not be at any socio eco level that one individual may be to another. But the greatest thing about recreational aviation is that we ALL, finally and above all else, have one thing in common...the love of flying.My daughter suffers developmental verbal dyspraxia which means her brain can compose sentences, insert punctuation etc but at times, especially when she is tired or anxious, what comes out of her mouth in conversation is nothing like what was in her head (a type of word salad but no where near as bad). Both her and I know first hand how cruel people are by only judging what they see without knowing the facts. Caitlin may not at times be able to hold a conversation properly with the correct words, pronounciation, punctuation etc but yesterday came home from her Tertiary Enabling Program after receiving 98.65% in her Maths exam.

     

    Neil, and those that have met Neil face to face will know, he is the first person that will come to your aid no matter what, he has been taken for a ride by others in this industry which has hurt him considerably, and it sickens me to see others with the same passion as Neil's, i.e. flying, being so judgemental without knowing the facts...without knowing Neil face to face

    Hear hear

     

     

    Murwillumba aircraft missing.

    in Aircraft Incidents and Accidents

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    Not exactly an ultralight ,just a very strong two seat aerobatic rated aircraft that is registered under RAA rules......not a TRUE ultralight, upsets me that people taint real ultralight statistics with the plastic and tin accident rate..grrrrrr...........Condolences to Ian,s family and ihope we hear what caused this "":ultralight"' accident............

    Bull I am sorry if you were offended by my generalisation RAA reg aircraft as ultralights this was not my intention but simply to seek answers as to why these tragic events continue to happen with experienced pilots in what appears to be a perfectly airworthy aircraft

     

     

    New blood from FNQ

    in Just Landed - Welcome

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    Welcome Trooper, the wobbly stick thingy twas my first choice too but made the mistake of droppin the missus at the air show to pick a colour but she came home with a pink jabawoki and 4 new horses, and they wonder why I hold her hand when shopping .Enjoy

     

     

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    Old age and naughty dreams

    in Aviation Laughter

    Posted

    Deskpilot, I wish, I have trouble writing a shopping list but, I have a question while not relates to planes it does involve flight.

     

    I have a pet lorikeet (Gilbert or "the parrot") who has put on a little weight since his day at the pub (but that's another story) and after his goat chewed his tail feathers flight at mtow can be funny at times. When he is in a show off mood he likes to fly inside low and fast and call Gilbert, Gilbert, Gilbert just before he lowers the landing gear and slide 2 feet to a stop on the polished floor boards, then walk away with a swagger that says did you seeeee that. However when he try's the same manoeuvre in the lounge room he ends up beak deep in the cut and loop, hops up and does a 2 legged hop around the crash site like it was some planned mating dance then run off without saying anything, which brings me to the question, do birds get embarrassed?

     

    I'm sure the forum brains trust can shed some light on this perplexing question.

     

    Right Rudder

     

     

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    Old age and naughty dreams

    in Aviation Laughter

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    Giday was the greeting as número uno climbed into the instructors seat and as he strapped himself in I updated the check list status, all good so clear prop was bellowed at the unopenable door window and the fan burst to life.

     

    With the taxi call made and the brakes released the familiar kerplunk of the nose wheel over the taxiway light reminds me that each light run over carries a penalty of one schooner so with a bit of quick mental arithmetic I calculate that in three more lessons he will own a bloody pub, but probably money well spent. We arrive at he holding point, do the brmmm brrmmm test, check all the wobbly bits, set every thing for take off and with the radio call made, line up and shove the go knob down the little jabawoki's throat. As we career down runway 37 like a rabbit in the car headlights right rudder número uno says firmly as the centre line moves towards the right wing tip right rudder more right rudder he's yells and now with the runway light in clear vision RIGHT RUDDER RIGHT RUDDER he screams making some sort of spasmic thrust with his right leg but my left knee was locked in place MY AIRCRAFT he screams with the pitch control of a pubescent teanager MY AIRCRAFT he yodels again and lurches for the control stick, now I'm not saying I have a grip of steel but even my ptt button was turning purple, and as we jumped the runway light all be it with the grace of a startled wood duck, the familiar sound of tyre on tarmac gave way to the wobble of an out of balance wheel and as I glance at número uno with my best HOWZAT look, I notice the tiny beads of sweat on his wrinkle free forehead ( oh to be young again). Leaning forward to raise the flaps and kill the fuel pump the Sunday morning sermon begins, "when I say my aircraft you blah blah blah blah blah blah" and as I gave him my best "problem?" Look, I notice the beads of sweat had migrated to the tip of his nose and had amalgamated in some type of desperate attempt to escape captain grumpy pants, all the while cheered on by his rapidly flaring nostrils, but the sermon continued "when I say right rudder blah blah blah" then silence over the headset. Oh I said I just wanted to hear some one scream my name and as I waken from my slumber even my poodle, who was apparently sick of licking his doggy bits and was now using my face to wipe the tast off his tongue, couldn't erase my cheeky grin.

     

    Pleasent dreams and see you at Narromine Saturday

     

    Right rudder

     

     

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