planedriver

Hi Steve, welcome to the forums.Recreational flying certainly has some cost effective answers, it just depends how many seats you need in the aeroplane (and a few other options) to decide whether to go ppl or not.

 

Regards, Decca.

Welcome to the forums Steve.

That Decca fellah has many of the right answers, even though he's younger than me:big_grin:.

If you only want to take the mother-in law for a spin, there's a multitude of aircraft of aircraft to choose from.

However, if you need something larger? He may have the right contacts for one of his old 727's.

Keep us posted.

Regards

Planey.

Then I really set a cat amongst the pidgeons when I cam home to announce that I had bought a Tecnam Sierra ultra light aircraft. I was then asked (by my wife), what about my kitchen? Cheers, Doug McCullough

Mate, I reckon you made the right decision.

With the aid of the Technam, you can fly her around the country to source the best kitchen possible for her, as and when funds allow.

Be happy, and with a big smile on your face, knowing that you did it in her best interest.

What a kind considerate man you are!!??

Regards

Planey:thumb_up:

Whatever, I prefer to be well upwind in either case.

Hi Crazy,

Bankstown prices on Warriers, not forgetting the landing fee and time wasted on the ground, got too dear for me years ago.

Why not take a ride down to The Oaks one weekend? You will find a very friendly bunch of guys there, who all love their flying.

Daves Flying School have Jabiru, Lightwing and Bantam

Contact details: David Rolfe. Airport 02 4657 2771. Mobile 0414 740 766

or, Sydney Recreational Flying Club 02 4657 2604 (Normally only weekends) Mob. 0425 251 939 They have a Lightwing and a very nice Foxbat A22.

Either way, you could go flying for little more than half the Bankstown prices.

Hope this is of some interest to you.

Kind Regards

Planey

You know what they say JRMobile, "it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good"

That's also a big relief to have just have advised you of the facts.

Rgds

Planey

Necessity 'is the mother of invention", they say.

I found it interesting, so thought i'd share it.

Kind Regards

Planey

Starting in 1941, an increasing number of British Airmen found themselves as the involuntary guests of the Third Reich, and the Crown was casting about for ways and means to facilitate their escape...

Now obviously, one of the most helpful aids to that end is a useful and

accurate

map

, one showing not only where stuff was, but also showing the

locations of 'safe houses' where an escaped POW could go for food and shelter.

Paper maps had some real drawbacks -- they make a lot of noise when you

open and fold them, they wear out rapidly, and if they get wet, they turn into mush.

Someone in MI-5 (similar to America 's OSS) got the idea of printing escape

maps on silk. It's an ideal material as it is durable, can be scrunched-up into tiny wads, and unfolded as many times as needed, and makes no noise

whatsoever.

At that time, there was only one manufacturer in Great Britain that had perfected the technology of printing on silk. The firm was John Waddington, Ltd. When approached by the government the firm was only too happy to do its bit for the war effort.

By pure coincidence, Waddington's was also the U.K. Licensee for the popular

American board game, Monopoly. It was also a fact that 'games and pastimes' was a category of item qualified for insertion into 'CARE packages', dispatched by the International Red Cross to prisoners of war.

Under the strictest of secrecy, in a securely guarded and inaccessible old workshop on the grounds of the Waddington's factory, a group of 'sworn-to-secrecy' employees began mass-producing escape maps, designed specifically for each region of Germany or Italy where Allied POW camps were situated.

When processed, these maps could be folded into such a minute size that they would actually fit inside a Monopoly playing piece.

The clever workmen at Waddington's also managed to add:

1. A playing token, containing a small magnetic compass

2. A two-part metal file that could easily be screwed together

3. Useful amounts of genuine high-denomination German, Italian, and French currency, hidden within the piles of Monopoly money!

British and American air crews were advised, before taking off on their first mission, how to identify a 'rigged' Monopoly set -- by means of a tiny red dot, which was cleverly rigged to look like an ordinary printing glitch, located in the corner of the "Free Parking" square.

Of the estimated 35,000 Allied POWS who successfully escaped, an estimated one-third were aided in their flight by the rigged Monopoly sets. Everyone who did so was sworn to secrecy indefinitely, since the British Government considered that they might want to use this highly successful ruse in any possible future war.

The story remained a secret until it was declassified in 2007, when the surviving craftsmen from Waddington's, as well as the firm itself, were finally honoured in a public ceremony.

It's amazing to think that so many played that 'Get Out of Jail' Free' card for real!

The sharing of marriage...

The old man placed an order for one hamburger, French fries and a drink.

He unwrapped the plain hamburger and carefully cut it in half, placing one half in front of his wife.

He then carefully counted out the French fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife.

He took a sip of the drink, his wife took a sip and then set the cup down between them . As he began to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them were looking over and whispering.

Obviously they were thinking, 'That poor old couple - all they can afford is one meal for the two of them.'

As the man began to eat his fries a young man came to the table and politely offered to buy another meal for the old couple. The old man said, they were just fine - they were used to sharing everything..

People closer to the table noticed the little old lady hadn't eaten a bite. She sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink.

Again, the young man came over and begged them to let him buy another meal for them. This time the old woman said 'No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything.'

Finally, as the old man finished and was wiping his face neatly with the napkin, the young man again came over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asked 'What is it you are waiting for?'

She answered

'THE TEETH.

..."Sweet as, aye?.. but dude, that wouldn't look cooool,.... l8r" .. and off strolled TomYshouldI, jeans flopping around his knees. :DirtDOG:The rat thought to himself.......

Bugger the young-uns said The Rat, this is real serious business.

Whether they wear they wear their cap with the peak at the front, or the back, is not really the issue.

I'm not Really Rapt either way.:ah_oh:

Look said InsulationPete, I've got a heap of this foil insulation to off-load from the now defunkt Government Insulation Swindle.

Forget about having silly RAA stickers weighing your aircraft down, so the Gestapo can read your Rego at two hundred paces, and see if your RSL membership is up to date.

To get rid of this stuff, I suggest we make a rule that says----------Every RAAA pilot who's really "Fair Dinkum", should buy some of my inferior insulation foil and glue a stripe to the peak of their cap for every 20hrs, no, make that 10 hrs, they've flown (even on FlightSim counts), just to offload it at a small profit.

It may only be a small gesture of goodwill to some, (but it all counts in the popularity stakes) and for others with minimal hours, makes them feel like real pilots.:thumb_up::thumb_up::thumb_up:

ElRatto felt Rat-trapped at this idea, but said nothing.

Tommo was gob-smacked at the thought of of being considered a young-un, with all this insulation on his cap as he struggled to to get his Drifter to release from the surly bounds of earth------"It's just like Nanna has jumped in the back seat with her lastest conquest"-----------

I am aware that my sense of humor is a bit off beat sometimes. Cheers, Qwerty

Bear in mind that some folks just don't have one.

You'll be right mate, just let the dust settle.

Regards

Planey

Take your camera and post some pic's with a report. They're always good to see by the less fortunate amongst us who aren't going.

Have a safe trip.

Kind regards

Planey

We can convince that red-headed fish and chip fryer from Qld. to stay in Oz and barrack for me:question:.

 

Young Tomo is a neighbour, so maybe he can use his youthful powers of persuasion:hug:

 

Ahlocks was not at all happy about the situation. With great indignation he said "What Cr:censored:-p. Before we know it, all the rag and tube boys will be using Government sponsored cladding paid for by all the taxpayers, and get a free upgrade to a rivetless version of a StortsZaaaaaaaa.

With spin doctors spinning and planners a planning, a scruffy chick in dire need of a wash, emerged from her battered yellow combi and said "What about the wild buffalo? You can't not include them, co's thats da.... desc....diskcrimnation or whatever you call it, and thats no bull, they'll all get the hump".

Kruddy replied, " Ha Ha ha! :big_grin:my department of Vote Booster Advisers, possibly did'nt think of that scenario. I realise every vote counts, so it may be necessary to ban barbecues until after the next election, and just make do with a fair suck of the sauce bottle till then"

With regard to sleeping while your bed is burning. This should not be a major issue. Since coming to power, the Labour Party under my guidence, has pumped considerable funds into resoring some old 1950's Dennis Fire Trucks. with a fresh coat of red paint:artist:, I don't think it should represent too much of a threat at The Lodge:kboom:

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But]https://www.recreationalflying.com/xf2/uploads/emoticons/018_hug.gif.0182e32b48b2df8aaf412ac8488cf68a.gif[/img] for a cunning plan is about to be released by.....

....Young Tomo......who's full of bright ideas and sure to come up with something.

Word has is that he is going to just Drift along to The Easter Bun Fest at Temora (and bringing jam), and the Captain is aranging a couple of JATO's so he can keep up, as the ElRatto Escort Service kindly guides him to the appropriate field.

Otherwise, Tomo is just as likely to land in the middle of the finals of the local girls under 18's hockey comp:clap:, thinking he's already arrived in heaven:big_grin::thumb_up: where he figures he will be a star.

This news has caused some concern to our mate Pedro who is afraid the intentions of the young gun from up north. may distract the aviation integridy of his young co-pilot.

Deccadence, has volounteered his services to keep a very close eye on the young hockeylasses to keep the "riff raff" away, for which his dear wife has bought him an extra dark pair of welding goggles:cool: so he doesn't strain his eyes... or, waste that expensive oxygen in the cardiac-arrest-kit from over-excitement.

Meanwhile the cash-strapped Minister of Defence from the KRudd Disorganisation is left scratching his head, wondering how the hell he's ever.............

Probably an easy one...

(No bent wheels) Sorry Darky:laugh: could'nt help the last bit.

Kind Regards

Planey

They gather round the nes's defeatEven..........

Though I am the co-pilot, and I sit on the right,

Its up to me to be quick and bright,:big_grin:

I never talk back so I have no regrets,

But that gold-toothed Captain, he always forgets.

I make out the flight plan and study the weather,

Pull up the gear and stand by to feather,

I fly his old crate while the Captain's a snoreing

Even contact the tower and do all reporting

I note all the readings,and adjust the power,

Put on the carb-heaters while he's in the shower,

I call for my Captain and buy him cokes,

and I pretend to laugh loud at his corny jokes,

And once in a while when his landings are rusty,thumb_down

I always come thru with "oh sh:censored:t it's gots gusty!"

Said Decca behind me with all of his dials, I'll have to mention that arrival, in all of my files.

He said to the Captain "You gave me a fright, i've filled my pants and my knuckles turned white,

I'm telling you now, you can't do that no more, the landing gear struts come up through the floor.

I'm dazzled all day by that gold in his head,

His blatant alloofness, sometimes makes me see red

I'm no more than a stooge,

For the man we call "Scrooge",

I guess you would think that its past understanding,

But someday,we hope, he'll get better at landing.

There's many a quip about planes that goes far,

with even loose rivets, like his mates Sportstar.

Now claiming to be King, like Elvis, it's said,

He's practice's in the mirror, girating his leg.:rilla:

Turbo's gone AWOL, while Hihos gone poet,

but things will be normal, before we all know it.

It's good to see Pedro challenge for king,

as the laughs in the past, were a very good thing.

For others i've missed you've not got away,

there's a reliable rumor, you're be added some day.

My day will come, of that i've do doubt, a ribbing from some, probably more than just one.

To give is to get, in it's only fair to say, but be kind and post while I am away;)

An old southern country preacher from Georgia had a teenage son named David and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a Profession. Like many young men, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned about it. One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table four objects:

A Bible,

A silver dollar,

A bottle of whisky, and

A Playboy magazine

I'll just hide behind the door," the old preacher said to himself, "and when he comes home from school this afternoon, I'll see which object he picks up. If it's the Bible, he's going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a Businessman, and that would be OK; but if picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame that would be. And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine he's gonna be a skirt-chasin' bum."

The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's footsteps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room.

The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them. Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month's Centerfold.

"Lord have mercy," the old preacher disgustedly whispered, "he's gonna be a pilot!"

Ed and Dorothy met while on a singles cruise and Ed fell head over heels for her. When they discovered they lived in the same city only a few miles apart Ed was ecstatic.

He immediately started asking her out when they got home. Within a couple of weeks, Ed had taken Dorothy to dance clubs, restaurants, concerts, movies, and museums. Ed became convinced that Dorothy was indeed his soul mate and true love. Every date seemed better than

the last.

On the one-month anniversary of their first dinner on the cruise ship, Ed took Dorothy to a fine restaurant. While having cocktails and waiting for their salad, Ed said, "I guess you can tell I'm very

much in love with you. I'd like a little serious talk before our relationship continues to the next stage. So, before I get a box out of my jacket and ask you a life changing question, it's only fair to warn you, I'm a total golf nut. I play golf, I read about golf, I watch golf on TV. In short, I eat, sleep, and breathe golf. If that's going to be a problem, for us, you'd better say so now!"

Dorothy took a deep breath and responded, "Ed, that certainly won't be a problem. I love you as you are and I love golf too; but, since we're being totally honest with each other, you need to know that about the last five years I've been a hooker."

"Oh wow! I see," Ed replied. He looked down at the table, and was quiet for a moment, deep in thought then he added, "You know, it's probably just because you're not keeping your wrists straight when you tee off ....."

Noooo....:scratch head:A thong is what the theekers used to thing.

 

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Ok. I'll make my way to the door...

:thumb_up: :laugh:Very good, Now put your teeth back in.

g'day Bluey - this has been discussed on a few threads here now in one form or another. For the record I've got 3580 hrs on my 912 with only a gearbox overhaul at around 800 hrs. I believe there are some out there doing a lot better than that.Cheers

Dexter

Like so many others, i'm always perusing the ads in the RAAA mag and see things which cause a bit of concern about reliability. I see an aircraft for sale which appeals to me, for example, a Jabiru which has only two or three hundred hours on the airframe, and the price is reasonable, yet the ad says it's had a top overhaul, new heads, etc; etc; and as a non owner, makes me wonder why this should be necessary at such low hours?

I'm aware that the Rotax has a very good reliability record, and is considerably more expensive than the jabiru, but if the fan suddenly stops without much warning, in many circumstances, it can be of a real concern.

Many two-strokes being basically simpler in design, also get a fairly good life if well maintained, then suddenly seem to quit at the most inconvenient time, sometimes with a sad outcome.

It still doesen't stop us from persuing what we love to do most though, go flying.

We'd just like the odd's to be the very best thats possible.

There was a man who had worked all his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real 'miser' when it came to his money.

Just before he died, he said to his wife...'When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the afterlife with me..'

And so he got his wife to promise him, with all of her heart, that when he died, she would put all of the money into the casket with him.

Well, he died.. He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there - dressed in black, and her friend was sitting next to her. When they finished the ceremony, and just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said,

'Wait just a moment!'

She had a small metal box with her; she came over with the box and put it in the casket. Then the undertakers locked the casket down and they rolled it away. So her friend said,

'Girl, I know you were not foolish enough to put all that money in there with your husband.'

The loyal wife replied, 'Listen, I'm a Christian; I cannot go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put that money into the casket with him.'

You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him!?!?!?'

'I sure did,' said the wife. 'I got it all together, put it into my account, and wrote him a cheque.... If he can cash it, then he can spend every cent of it.' :kboom:

How about:"A woman drove me to drink, and I never even had the courtesy to thank her."

W. C. Fields

If my ex gets to read this, "Thank you so much,:drums: i'm simply celebrating":thumb_up:

Thanks for posting, sounds like an awesome day.

Kind regards

Planey

I find that a bit "foul" said the head moderatorthumb_down, so if you perpetual posters can't draw the line, your name will only get a small print mention in the back of of the impending book.

 

Zeeeeeeez! Thats a bit tough thought Tubb. Can't have that! iv'e got bunnions on the corns on my finger-tips trying to support this outfit, and now i'm getting the hard word.

 

I'll still go to Temora at Easter and pretent to be friendly, but will eat twice as many of Ians Easter buns just to get even.

 

ElRatto could'nt help but exude a smug grin as he thought he'd got away scott free, maybe he has a funny handshake..............or some other advantage we don't know about.

 

The inner sanctum of the U25 committee said they did'nt give a 127*68188!^nv** (U25 code) proverbial rats ---- .Because..................even if Darky is has the bosses interest at heart, and sends them a legal bill, they will simply reply quoting their bankrupsy ref. No. and suggest she whistles to tune 31 in the songbook.