You would "like" to state you weren't one of them? Hmmm...could read that as you were and it's a cover up.
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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"
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You would "like" to state you weren't one of them? Hmmm...could read that as you were and it's a cover up.
"Yes, it's an all you can eat buffet. And that's all you can eat. You leave now".
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Nice! I remember practicing 360's in the old man's Cessna 172 (the one he almost killed me with). I'd have NEVER flown right seat with him doing that landing in Switzerland. He'd have killed me for sure.
I was a bit nervous watching them come in.
If you don't have a pimped-out low-rider 747 on hydraulics with spinner rims, don't even call me. 
I took a few flying lessons in the mid-70s in a Cessna 150. The instructor was terrible. On the third time up he had me doing steep turns and stalls. Geez, man, I've barely got straight and level working. Besides that, it was too costly for my meager earnings at the time - $7/hr for the instructor and $15/hr for the plane.
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I remember the $15/hr from the mid-60s. Small, two-seat helicopters were $115/hr. The difference? 100% insurance cost difference. Fixed wing for me!
My father did a lot of stupid stuff in his life, but one of the few smart things he did was go in with 3 other guys (all in his Civil Air Patrol group) and buy a Cessna 172. They kept a log book and flew off their investments and $15/yr. When they'd flown it enough hours, they donated to their CAP squadron, wrote off their investments, and flew it for free. And yes, they did use it for S&R's and holiday traffic management. But they did manage to keep it away from the newbies.
We're far enough out in the mountains that someone from some flight school down toward Atlanta seems to think this is the ideal area for practicing engine-out drills. Almost once per weekend, a single-engine Cessa (or some such) comes up from the south at a fairly high altitude, engine droning as it does, "RRRRRRRRRRR," and then "RRRRRR-sputter-chuk-chuk-chuk..."
...silence.
If I'm outside doing yard work, I can watch it glide for a long-ish span of seconds, until someone decides to cough it back to life, "whrr-whrr-chukka-chuccka-chuk-CHUK-CHUKBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR..." And off they go, turning back to the south, and sparing us a call to the fire brigade and/or forestry service.
I know it's a standard drill, but there's still a part of my brain that always wonders for a moment if this will be the day.
So far, so good.
...silence.
If I'm outside doing yard work, I can watch it glide for a long-ish span of seconds, until someone decides to cough it back to life, "whrr-whrr-chukka-chuccka-chuk-CHUK-CHUKBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR..." And off they go, turning back to the south, and sparing us a call to the fire brigade and/or forestry service.
I know it's a standard drill, but there's still a part of my brain that always wonders for a moment if this will be the day.
So far, so good.
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Engine outs on a single engine aircraft are pretty straightforward. Not so with a twin. You're flying along, when the instructor cuts one of the two engines. And your nice stable plane immediately tries to screw itself into the ground. Sweet or Sweat?We're far enough out in the mountains that someone from some flight school down toward Atlanta seems to think this is the ideal area for practicing engine-out drills. Almost once per weekend, a single-engine Cessa (or some such) comes up from the south at a fairly high altitude, engine droning as it does, "RRRRRRRRRRR," and then "RRRRRR-sputter-chuk-chuk-chuk..."
...silence.
If I'm outside doing yard work, I can watch it glide for a long-ish span of seconds, until someone decides to cough it back to life, "whrr-whrr-chukka-chuccka-chuk-CHUK-CHUKBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR..." And off they go, turning back to the south, and sparing us a call to the fire brigade and/or forestry service.
I know it's a standard drill, but there's still a part of my brain that always wonders for a moment if this will be the day.
So far, so good.
Hotel Sierra! That's my kind of air show.
Yeah, I bet that would be interesting!
The thing about seeing it from the ground is that we get to wonder just where the invisible line in that silence goes from "This is a drill," to "This is a problem."But hey, as long as the engine comes back on, and/or they aim for the woods and not the houses, it's all good.
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Always loved airshows! When I lived downtown Chicago, I was in the only residential building east of Lake Shore Drive (next to Navy Pier). I lived on the north side on the 26th floor. Perfect location to watch the annual air and water show from. The Thunderbirds would fly by at that level between our building and the rest of the high rises. Very cool. The Marine helicopters were a different story. One year, they staged right in front of my building, right at my elevation. It seemed like they would suck the windows right out of my unit. I wasn't the only one to complain. They staged elsewhere the next year.Hotel Sierra! That's my kind of air show.
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You fly your plane until you impact terrain, either on purpose landing, or otherwise.Yeah, I bet that would be interesting!
But hey, as long as the engine comes back on, and/or they aim for the woods and not the houses, it's all good.
Office pranks, yes...well, a high school doesn't really lend itself to that, but...
my classroom for a long time was an inside room, no windows at all. I used to whine about it. One Monday I came in, and found that maintainence had brought in an entire window, glass and all, attached a lovely pasture scene to the back, curtains to the front, and suspended it on my wall. Periodically I'd find a new poster as the seasons changed.
my classroom for a long time was an inside room, no windows at all. I used to whine about it. One Monday I came in, and found that maintainence had brought in an entire window, glass and all, attached a lovely pasture scene to the back, curtains to the front, and suspended it on my wall. Periodically I'd find a new poster as the seasons changed.
Back in the early 90s I had a 17th-floor condo, and when they had the big parade in D.C. after Desert Storm, all the planes continued their low-altitude flyover exit route right in front of my building. Man, that was cool to watch from the balcony!
My wife and I got our Pfizer #2 shot yesterday. Both of us feel like dog poop. But, I am guessing that we would feel far worse if we were diagnosed with C19.
We got #2'ed on Tuesday and felt a little tired and achy but not much more, thank goodness.
Letterman had a window like that in the Ed Sullivan Theatre.
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