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By the size of the knob on the green door?

When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return. — Leonardo da Vinci

"When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it." - Henry Ford

By day, or on a cloudless night, a pilot may drink the wine of the gods, but it has an earthly taste; he's a god of the earth, like one of the Grecian deities who lives on worldly mountains and descended for intercourse with men. But at night, over a stratus layer, all sense of the planet may disappear. You know that down below, beneath that heavenly blanket is the earth, factual and hard. But it's an intellectual knowledge; it's a knowledge tucked away in the mind; not a feeling that penetrates the body. And if at times you renounce experience and mind's heavy logic, it seems that the world has rushed along on its orbit, leaving you alone flying above a forgotten cloud bank, somewhere in the solitude of interstellar space. — Charles A. Lindbergh, 'The Spirit of St. Louis,' 1953.

********You haven't seen a tree until you've seen its shadow from the sky. ********— Amelia Earhart

The most beautiful dream that has haunted the heart of man since Icarus is today reality. Louis Bleriot

Thanks Red Man must rise above the Earth -- to the top of the atmosphere and beyond -- for only thus will he fully understand the world in which he lives. — Socrates

Phil said ".rather like English, where dialects can be totally different with a very small geographical shift. . . ? ? ?" I well remember being in a fast food joint in California and thinking that the kid serving and I could easily write to each other but neither could understand the other's accent

A very special pilot remembered http://www.abc.net.au/news/2015-12-08/robin-miller-the-sugar-bird-lady/7010418 PS how does one start a new thread, I must be particularly dumb 'cause I can't see a "new thread" button anywhere on this site. or the site is smart enough to block types like me

‘Yer know mate, can’t be much to this flying business, if a woman can do it.’ Comment by bushy when Lores Bonney landed at outback station seeking fuel in 1932

* * * * * The natural function of the wing is to soar upwards and carry that which is heavy up to the place where dwells the race of gods. More than any other thing that pertains to the body it partakes of the nature of the divine. * * * * — Plato, 'Phaedrus.'

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God. Vale Ross "High Flight" John Gillespie Magee

Thanks to local former aviator Len Mills for passing on this anguished piece. It’ll ring bells for you not only on air travel, but also on political correctness, gender relations and social attitudes that have all changed radically in the last decade or three. That's John Travolta's own 707 in the picture, painted up in old Qantas livery. I reckon that secretly, most men want to be like him. and the guy who wrote the following piece, probably once was like him. “Those were the good ole days. Pilots back then were men that didn't want to be women or girlymen. Pilots drank coffee and whiskey, smoked cigars and didn't wear digital watches. “They carried their own suitcases and brain bags like the real men that they were. Pilots didn't bend over into the crash position multiple times each day in front of the passengers at security so that some government agent could probe for tweezers or fingernail clippers or too much toothpaste. “Pilots did not go through the terminal impersonating a caddy pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers, guitars, and feed bags full of tofu and granola on a sissy-trailer with no hat and granny glasses hanging on a pink string around their pencil neck while talking to their personal trainer on their cell phone. “Being an airline captain was as good as being the King in a Mel Brooks movie. All the stewardesses (a.k.a. flight attendants) were young, attractive, single women who were proud to be combatants in the sexual revolution. “They didn't have to turn sideways, grease up and suck it in to get through the cockpit door. They would blush and say thank you when told that they looked good, instead of filing a sexual harassment claim. “Passengers wore nice clothes and were polite, they could speak AND understand English. They didn't speak gibberish or listen to loud 'gangsta rap' on their iPods. They bathed and didn't smell like a rotting pile of garbage in a jogging suit and flip-flops. Children didn't travel alone, commuting between trailer parks. There were no mongol hordes asking for a "mu-fuggin" seatbelt extension or a Scotch and grapefruit juice cocktail with a twist. “If the captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting jerk off the airplane, it was done without any worries of a lawsuit or getting fired. “Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom and left an impressive black smoke trail like a locomotive burning soft coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once the throttles were pushed up they were left there. After all , it was the jet age and the idea was to go fast (run like a lizard on a hardwood floor). “Economy cruise was something in the performance book, but no one knew why or where it was. When the clacker [a flight-deck warning sound] went off no one got all tight and scared because Boeing built it out of iron, nothing was going to fall off and that sound had the same effect on real pilots then as Viagra does now for those new age guys. “There was very little plastic and no composites in the airplanes or the stewardesses' pectoral regions. Airplanes and women had eye-pleasing symmetrical curves, not a bunch of ugly vortex generators, ventral fins, winglets, flow diverters, tattoos, rings in their nose, tongues and eyebrows. “Airlines were run by real men like Juan Trippe [the founder of Pan Am] who had built their companies virtually from scratch, knew many of their employees by name and were lifetime airline employees themselves...not these pseudo financiers and bean counters who now flit from one occupation to another for a few extra bucks, a better golden parachute, or a fancier title, while fervently believing that they are a better class of beings unto themselves. “And so it was back then....and sadly, will never be again.” lifted from http://outlouder.blogspot.com.au

I believe that if you do the GA one and then send proof to RAAus then you get two years RAA approval from that date. Consequently the two due dates from then on coincide

The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be? -- it is the same the angels breathe. — Mark Twain, ‘Roughing It,’ 1886.

was it not the result of a hand prop start without chocks and without seeking the assistance of other pilots were around at the time?

Can the magic of flight ever be carried by words? I think not. — Michael Parfit, 'Smithsonian' magazine, May 2000

A man has died His family, friends and colleagues are grieving Let us respect A man has died We know not the contribution of his commissions His omissions, nor those of any external agency to that death Let us keep our speculations private A man has died A prolific contributor to these forums Who never hid behind an alias Let us show a similar openness A man has died May he rest in peace Let us allow his nearest and dearest the space to find their own peace

"Sonny, no one has left one up there yet" Ex-RAF instructor in response to another student expressing apprehension prior to his first solo

*************Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight -- how to get from shore to food and back again. For most gulls, it is not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight. More than anything else, Jonathan Livingston Seagull loved to fly. *************— Richard Bach, 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull'

The probability of survival is inversely proportional to the angle of arrival. Large angle of arrival, small probability of survival and vice versa.

Few human activities are as intimate as the interaction between pilot and student, who sit crammed sweaty elbow to elbow, balanced in the swaying sky, seeking the best of each other” __________________