planedriver

IF what you say is true, has he become a screwydriver? Nev

..... "Well I insist" responded Tomo "Because I ...................

I have an errand to run, to go and buy a sack load of rivets for someone who shall remain nameless then shameless, so lets leave it at that.

Once south of the Queensland border, Tomo was pleasantly suprised to learn, that with daylight saving, not only does life still goes on, but you can actually fit more flying in on pleasant evenings.

He now plans to try and educate others in his community.

I'll write a song that'll get the message across thought.

So with his battered old campfire guitar in hand,:guitarist: he started his new rendition

"I'm moving south of the border to Yarrawonga

Co's the blokes down there can fly for longer

I'll just drift along and feel so high

As I purr along in that southern sky":robin:

fed up with the notice to introduce myself hoping the notice will go away now, Hi to any real aviators you know you fly a Drifter.

A big welcome guys, you'll love this site. We look forward to hearing more from you.

Apart from others here, there's a top guy on this site, who goes by the name of Drifter Driver who also suffers from your complaint, his love for Drifters. He seen the doctor about it, but the doc reckons he's beyond help. lol :) maybe you're the same.

Kind regards

Planey

Where do you find sailors in skimpy outfits? And do they appeal to you?

Not for me personally, because when they come ashore, they believe in love at first site, beit the first vacant doorway, or even a building site.

I like my comforts" ;)

"Point of Order" yelled Martin "but under the new rules and policies which change with the speed of light to match Catcha, wouldn't this be classified as an Obfuscation?"

"It would" said the Rat, but Planey....

had no choice but to confer with Clary for a simple Clary-fication, as his mentor The Rat was trapped and feeling a bit cheesed off, but hopefully will spring out and catch up with the story another way........His other mentor Dikka was unavailable for advise, and was probably in deep debate in the inner sanctum with the boys, slurring the his way through the last of his "clear-prop" red (private joke), finishing off the forums thesaurus to explain the meaning of these complicated words with five vowels, for the benefit of us simple minded folk :confused:

What the hells going on:question: ".....Helicopter Zulu Tango Xray is here to take recipents off to collect their Australia Day Recognition"

 

Planey's been busy going through the official "Order of Australia Recipiants List" expecting to to see the names of Elratto, Tubbs, hiho, etc duly awarded for their merit in Humorus Contributions to Aviation Insanity, but nothing thumb_down

 

Government officials need a bit of:hittinghead:, plus a boot up the bum.

 

Anyway, not to worry guys. Mr Baker has suggested publishing a book on the subject, and with your royalties, you should be in line for numbers 2,3,& 4 off the Millenium Downunder Production run, or was that the pre-loved Wheeler Scout renovators dream.

 

Whatever the rewards that come your way, many of us are appreciative of your contributions.

 

However, if you see man in white coat heading your way, just run like hell!

 

Because....................

No more post on this subject thanks Darky, you might send us a bill

Hopefully your post was pro bono :thumb_up:

Tomo, how would you like me to bring one into Cecil plains in about a weeks time, so you can try it on ?........................

The son of a cow cocky (farmer) from outback Queensland leaves the country life, and goes off to study Law at university.

Barely half way through the semester, he has blown all of his money on the high city life.

He calls home. 'Dad, you won't believe what modern education is developing. They actually have a program here in Brisbane Uni that will teach a dog how to talk.'

'Bloody amazing!' his Dad says. 'Could we get Ol' Blue into the programme?'

'No worries Dad, just send him down here with a couple of grand,' the young jackaroo says, 'I'll get him into the course.'

So the father sends down the dog and $2,000.

About two-thirds through the semester, the money again runs out. The boy calls home. 'So how's Ol' Blue doing, son?' his father wants to know.

'Awesome Dad! He'd talk ya bloody head off. But you just won't believe this. He's such a brilliant talker, they'd like him to have a go in the reading class!'

'Read?' exclaims his father. 'No kidding! Jeez, I always knew that was one smart dog. Can you get Ol' Blue into that programme?'

'Just send $4,500. He's as good as in.'

As quick as the money arrives, it is spent.

At the end of the term the young bloke realises he has a problem..........When he goes home for the holidays, his father will find out the dog can neither talk nor read. So on the way home he stops and shoots the dog.

When he arrives home his father is all excited. 'Where's Ol' Blue? I just can't wait to talk with him and see him read something!'

'Dad,' the boy says, 'It all had a bad outcome. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive up here, Ol' Blue was in the living room reading the Wall Street Journal. Out of nowhere he turned to me and asked, 'So, is your dad still fooling around with that little redhead barmaid from the pub behind yer mum's back?''

The father groans and whispers, 'I'll have to shoot that b*stard before he blabs to your Mother!'

'I already did, Dad!'

'Good boy! Thanks son'.

The kid went on to be a very successful lawyer.

I went to a dinner party last night, where I and other guests enjoyed copious amounts of alcohol. I awoke this morning not feeling well, with what could be described as flu-like symptoms; headache, nausea,:yuk: chills, sore eyes, etc.

From the results of some initial testing, I have unfortunately tested positive for what experts are now calling *Wine Flu*.

This debilitating condition is very serious - and it appears this is not an isolated case.

Reports are flooding in from all around the country of others diagnosed with Wine Flu.

To anyone that starts to exhibit the aforementioned tell-tale signs, experts are recommending a cup of tea and a bit of a lie down. However, should your condition worsen, you should immediately hire a DVD and take some Nurofen (Nurofen seems to be the only drug available that has been proven to help combat this unusual type of flu).

Others are reporting an English breakfast fry-up or a McDonald's Happy Meal can also help in some cases. If not, then further application of the original liquid, in similar quantities to the original dose, has been shown to do the trick.

Wine Flu does not need to be life threatening and, if treated early, can be eradicated within a 24-48 hour period. *

*NOTE: If you find you are complaining a lot, it may be that it has mutated into Whine Flu. This is particularly common in women.

Sorry ladies! :DirtDOG: :black_eye: :hittinghead:

Free Booze might do it, but people from NSW would probably hog it, and the secret handshake would be OK, but they just wandered round without getting that far.

Perhaps one of those plastic trumpets the English soccer fans use might work.....

"Hello Hello Hello", did someone call my name?(Free Booze ) I'm from NSW.

I've always been generous and bought the first shout ( on the basis that there's always a crowd that's late). A trick I learned years ago from a mate who now lives in a beautiful villa in Majorca with the money he saved.

Not sure what Tubs means by the funny handshake, but we won't give him the third degree over it.;)

There used to be someone called FriarPuk on here, that generously donated a few his wines to Pedro from Echucca and others, but maybe the poor bugger went broke.:juggle:as a result.

If he did'nt, come and say hello.--------------we'd love to hear from you.

Nice video clip flying dog.

I was trying to work out what you were flying?

Whatever it was, it looks like that old Tiger is dragging away from you.lol

Rgds

Planey

Welcome Ryan,

If you have any form of aviation interest running through your bloodstream, you've certainly landed at the right place,

Don't for one moment think you are too young. There are quite a few young-uns here that would love to chat to you and give any guidence you feel you might need, so go go for it, you are in good company.

Regards

Planey

Welcome to this site, I have to warn you though, that it's very contagious.

You'll love it, and we look forward to hearing more from you.

Ask all you want, you'll always get some good answers and guidence.

Don't be shy.

Regards

Planey

Well done Matt, that was great viewing mate. Looks like conditions were ideal.

Thanks for sharing it with us.

Kind regards

Planey

Thanks Querty and BlackRod. Have edited my original post with the proper links.

Wish I was more computer savvy.

Kind Regards

Alan

PlaneyYour link doesnt work

 

Sorry Qwerty, don't know what i'm doing wrong, but if you google bankstown pilotless plane shot down, it'll show several reports.

 

Regards

 

Planey

 

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The sun was hot already - it was only 8 o'clock

The cocky took off in his Ute, to go and check his stock.

He drove around the paddocks checking wethers, ewes and lambs,

The float valves in the water troughs, the windmills on the dams.

He stopped and turned a windmill on to fill a water tank

And saw a ewe down in the dam, a few yards from the bank.

'Typical bloody sheep,' he thought, 'they've got no common sense,

'They won't go through a gateway but they'll jump a bloody fence.'

The ewe was stuck down in the mud, he knew without a doubt

She'd stay there 'til she carked it if he didn't get her out.

But when he reached the water's edge, the startled ewe broke free

And in her haste to get away, began a swimming spree.

He reckoned once her fleece was wet, the weight would drag her down

If he didn't rescue her, the stupid sod would drown.

Her style was unimpressive, her survival chances slim

He saw no other option, he would have to take a swim.

He peeled his shirt and singlet off, his trousers, boots and socks

And as he couldn't stand wet clothes, he also shed his jocks.

He jumped into the water and away that cocky swam

He caught up with her, somewhere near the middle of the dam

The ewe was quite evasive, she kept giving him the slip

He tried to grab her sodden fleece but couldn't get a grip.

At last he got her to the bank and stopped to catch his breath

She showed him little gratitude for saving her from death.

She took off like a Bondi tram around the other side

He swore next time he caught that ewe he'd hang her bloody hide.

Then round and round the dam they ran, although he felt quite puffed

He still thought he could run her down, she must be nearly stuffed.

The local stock rep came along to pay a call that day.

He knew this bloke was on his own, his wife had gone away.

He didn't really think he'd get fresh scones for morning tea

But nor was he prepared for what he was about to see.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what came into view

For running down the catchment came this frantic-looking ewe.

And on her heels in hot pursuit and wearing not a stitch

The farmer yelling wildly 'Come back here, you lousy b*tch!'

The stock rep didn't hang around, he took off in his car

The cocky's reputation has been damaged near and far

So bear in mind the Work Safe rule when next you check your flocks

Spot the hazard, Assess the risk, and always wear your Jocks!

Whilst 99.9% of you who have to hand start their aircraft would realise the importance of using chocks. The attached link is an interesting read from way back in 1955 when an Auster was hand started at Bankstown with too much throttle and no chocks.

The aircraft actually became airborn and buzzed Sydney for two hours, before being shot down at 8000ft by Navy Hawker Fury's off the Northern Beaches.

This highlights the use of chocks, and is an interesting read for those of you who were too young to remember the occasion, plus those that just pretent to be.

For anyone interested, here's the link to the newspaper report from the day.The Age - Google News Archive Search

Regards

Planey

I remember reading that too Qwerty.

The boys at The Oaks said his name was Richard Cranium or something.

I wonder if, and how he was reprimanded for his gross stupidity, and whether he's still flying?

Hope he gets to read the posts which i'm sure are acceptable given the circumstances.

Maybe it should be mandatory at such gatherings, to have a hefty tail peg tie-down, or chocks for hand starts where there lots of people around, at least until the thing is able to idle, and marshals to keep bystanders well clear.

Many years ago there was an Auster which had been hand cranked at Bankstown with too much throttle, and no chocks. It actually took off and flew all around Sydney for two hours before being shot down by the RAN Hawker Sea Fury's at 8000ft off the Northern Beaches.

Here's the newspaper article of the time, it's an interesting read The Age - Google News Archive Search

or even better reading is this one Runaway - told by Tom Ware, NSW

Thanks for your help in finding the proper links Querty and BlackRod

Regards Planey

Good post David, we learn somthing new every day.

Rgds Planey

Inside the sub it was hot and sweaty as everyone was either snoring or holding their alchohol fuelled head from last nights over indulgance of the rum rations and saki. BigPete with the assistance of LittlePete came to the rescue with the reinstatement of the maccas delivery service.

With the conning tower hatch now open, they flew just above stall speed they dropped cups of strong coffee, some with lids flapping in the breeze, and a few cans of much needed deodorant.

"Rurra rife saber, danka, danka" cried Aki picking up his sextant desperately trying to get his bearings, but was confused as he looked up, thinking they had now started to make Zero's out of plastic and they have changed the markings.

So where did she get the money (flame suit on)

 

regards

:Rogue::Rogue::Rogue::Rogue:

They have their ways, as do some guys who have the wife manage their fuel bills:cool:

What a pool of deep philosophy this thread has produced - a lot of caring people.Qwerty, after thinking it over, possibly a lot less frrting would help.

Surely he'n not promoting sex without salesmanship:question:

facthunter for PM.

The one thing thats really lacking today is respect. Respect for oneself, respect for others, and respect for what's around us. Unfortunately, so many parents take the easy way out and don't demand it. If it was taught properly, and those who deviate were dealt with in the appropriate manner, we would all be a lot better off.

In the distant past, i've known some absolute rat-bags who had to do 2yrs national service, and after getting a bit of dicipline, turned out top blokes who have since really made it in this world.

We need a lot more like Tomo. He is a role model, has the right attitude, and will do well in life.:thumb_up: Good onya mate.