planedriver

Do you reckon that maybe supabaka has done a bit of a coverup???? like loaded the workers to get them out of the way while enticing a riverland girl with balls...errr golf balls that is :big_grin:.What say you now imaplanedriverflyboy:question: ;)

Naaaaaa Mate, He taken Carrin away for a short break because he feels guilty for having such a big smile on his face when the Riverland girl was checking him out for broken bones? or was that missing balls(of the golf type)

Anyway, we can say what we like at the moment, co's the boss is away and Slarti is pretending to be keeping an eye on things;) but in reality, is busy fixing his fly-ing BBQ. Aint that right Slarti,.

See mate, he never even noticed!!!!!?????

It looks like the others have gone AWOL? which leaves either you or me, that has to turn out the light:idea:

Supabaka put it there to impress the riverland girl..no?

Oh Flyer, you have such a suspicious mind.;););)

I'm not saying you're wrong, but maybe there are other reasons:question:

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SuperBaker had the good fortune to land in a haystack:thumb_up::thumb_up::thumb_up:in the middle of a paddock and survived the fall, but was naturally in a state of shock:star::star::star::yuk:.

Lucky for him, The Riverland Girl who'd been doing a bit of topless sunbathing was fortunately very close to hand, and ran to his rescue.

She rushed over to him, disappointed that he did'nt really need the kiss of life, and said " Since childhood, my favorite game has been playing doctors and nurses, so I feel well qualifed to check you out".;););)

With no time to waste changing into her kinky liittle nurses uniform, she started

feeling just about every part of his body to make sure there were no broken bones.

She got halfway down and said "WOW, you have three lumps instead of two, no wonder you're called SuperBaker, i'll have to check this out for sure.

Still feeling dazed by his fall, (or thats the excuse he gave) he just laid there with a bit of a smug grin on his face:big_grin::big_grin::big_grin::big_grin:. " Oh No" cried the girl, "Look what iv'e found. It's a golf ball. And I thought you were really a SuperBaker, but you're really no different to all the others"!

The big question is, How the hell did it get there:question:

One theory is.......................

What no Morsecheck on your computer:question:

Could it be that the Captain in whom he seems to be placing his trust, is actually the dreaded German spy CapitanVonCastrate, .

The early rising Captain still half asleep, failed to read the could it be, bit? as he's been awake half the night, considering how we can save our mate.:hittinghead:

However, KnackeredkneePlaney realises that he too, could very well be under suspicion at tense times like this. :ah_oh:"Oh No"!

Opening a sardine can which concealed a short-wave radio, he starts tappa-tap-tapping away on a makeshift Morse key, trying to contact Wing Commander Ken Wallis.

Maybe he's got another Gyro in a suitcase that we could borrow, like the one he made for James Bond in "You only live twice" .

After all at nearly ninety he would'nt want to die prematurely, risking his life in one of those fling-wing things.

The hours seem endless for LyinglowPete, as he eagerly awaits some positive news......................

Be very carefull Captain :heart: - I fear there is a double agent somewhere in our midst who is known to both of us :confused: - the question is, who is it

Can you bring 400 golf balls with you when you come. I will explain later....:big_grin::big_grin:

 

signed UnderCoverPete.

Sounds to me like PoorprisonerPete is right in the poo this time:sad:, and desperately needs help:crying:.

On one hand, he is desperate to escape from captivity:thumb_up:, but on the other hand, is very aware that there is a double agent :cool:somewhere in his midst and is unsure who to trust:question:.

Could it be that the Captain in whom he seems to be placing his trust, is actually the dreaded German spy CapitanVonCastrate, as he uses such strange words as Zee, vee and vould, etc?:confused::confused::confused: and may wind up hanging him by the b:censored:lls?

All this talk about being rescued by an aircraft with a name like a Storch sounds very sus, especially as it's powered by an Austrian engine built by people who spreken ze doitch.thumb_downthumb_downthumb_down

This being a delicate, hush hush, covert rescue operation, Pete would have to rule out assistance from the Flyer, even though his aircraft is the preferred plastic fantastic type, simply because its a Texan, and he'd be sure to rock up with an (out of tune) brass band, and hundreds of big-boobed cheerleaders:clap: in cowboy hats swinging silly tassled battons.:thumb_up::star:thumb_down..

Maybe he could put his trust in Douglas (tin legs) Bada's mate, Pommy (knackerd knee) Planedriver, who'd scab a Lysander for a couple of hours, and has a pile of Woolies fuel dockets and could fuel it up on the cheap:question: After all, he also has a book titled "The Idiots Guide to flying a Lysander" which he bought at a church fete for ninepence and he could read it on the way, while the Guru distracts the guards with very explicit descriptions of Bronwin's famous endowments.

The big dilemma is, who should he trust?, but DemtelPete true to form says "wait, there's more, dont forget I mentioned the 400 golf balls" and all the would be rescuers, were still at a loss to know what they are for:question:.

and out of great simpathy veee are sending more thousandmileanhourtape by express post.

While the Captains generous nature is to provide a free supply of thousandmileanhourtape, PopmyheadupPete actually had his head down working hard on the development of the GodfreyPete suknblow powerplant.

The plan is to Gaffatape the unit between the undercarriage legs of his J160, because (unlike some we hear about), his aircraft has a nice painted finish which is too good to spoil.

The inverter he knocked off from Slarti's caravan seems unable to provide sufficient power, so until he discovers something better, he'll have to plug it directly into a 240v socket.

This explains why he was spotted at Bunnings yesterday with a ute full of red and yellow power cords which they had on special.

With all these joined end to end, connecting the powerplant to the socket in the clubhouse loo, he figures he should then be able to get maximum power for take off.

The plan is to use a big cable drum (also knocked off, this time from the Optus Cable layout) placed in the middle of the field, and to fly numerous tighter and tighter circuits untill he runs out of cable:yuk:.

This way he hopes to finally prove to all those doubting bastards out there, that he really is the one and only IcanlandonasixpencePete;););), including the trendy TexanFlyer who seemed to have some doubts.:hittinghead:

Crailis,

You've arrived at the right site.

Plenty of laughs to be had here for sure. You'll learn lots from a great bunch of guys that fly anything from chuck gliders to 767's. Some of the 767 drivers now fly chuck gliders but are not quite so impressed with the pay,

Get that trail flight organised ASAP. You'll love it, and it might only cost you 60 or 70 bucks with an RAA club.

PS. My nephew in the UK is big on flying R/C Ceiling Fans?, and it costs him a small fortune.

Kind Regards

Alan

So glad to read that Pete does exist with 2,297 yes votes.

I must confess that I was the one, not sure vote, but am happy to be proved wrong yet again.:thumb_up::thumb_up::thumb_up:

He's probably slaving over the BBQ at the local CASA do right now, so if anyone sees him, tell him planey sends his regards :wave:and to save a snag for me.

Slarti is trying to stich-up a deal with CASA, RAA, SAAA and Airport closeure protest groups, for the sole rights for his new Slartigrille Catering Services and is considering franchising to interested parties.

Meanwhile...............

It's a new service being trialed at some Woolies/Caltex outlets, providing you also purchase eggs at 18 bucks a dozen, and a few extra groceries to at least the value of your car!!

While we wait for our Dynamia Duo to enter and save the day - I'll make one last comment. i_dunno

Told yer so!!!

 

DemTelPete, just like the infuriating ads on TV, says, "But wait, there's more. I'll make one last comment before I depart"

 

I'm sure my mother-in-law also sprays her jaw with WD40 each morning to keep it in fine fettle , while we discretely take the battery out of our hearing aids, and adopt a vague expression on our faces.:confused::confused::confused:.

 

While Geoff the White Knight???? seems to be organisng some sort of flying-fishing contest down the Murray, he must have missed the earlier post, which clearly stated that Pete had already caught the last pure Riverlad girl by the knickers, with his favorite deep-diving lure.

 

Maybe he's jealous that Pete now brags, with a pair of "frilly's" dangling from his flap lever, as well as Burger-Bomber of the month, certificates and limmo (can't see me now) tint, plastered all over his windows.

 

BustinforafagIan has been telling a few people on the quiet, that he's now taken to having the odd bit of old-fashioned snuff, because it does'nt harm your lungs:question:

 

Reality is, that its been noticed that he's been listening intently to all those ads that we keep being bombarded with, for that Nasal Technology Stuff, thats supposed to help you get an . (help put a smile on your face).;););)

 

Guru Swarmi Flyer posted over a week ago before going on a NAVEX to Siberia methinks? but as his tanks must now be down to the reserve, we're sure we'll all hear from him as soon as he lands.

 

You can bet your bottom dollar that his fettish for WPC Bronny Bishop the motorcycle cop is likely to feature somewhere in the post, even if he's just been "nicked" differently to OneunglowPete and the Merry Fidlers.:thumb_up:

 

Planey had a similar experience many years ago at the hands of a not-so-skilled surgeon. The knife slipped during the procedure and they wound up with a spare part which rolled across the floor and was lost.

 

Fearing litigation the surgeon replaced it with the first thing he could find--an onion!!!

 

A month later when he went for a follow-up visit and was asked how he was feeling, he replied "Can you explain why tears always roll down my cheeks when I go to the loo, and get real excited when I walk past the hot-dog stand?

A man walked into the produce section of his local Coles supermarket and asked to buy half a head of lettuce.

The boy working in that department told him that they only sold whole heads of lettuce.

The man was insistent that the boy ask his manager about the matter.

Walking into the back room the boy said to the manager 'Some old b****rd wants to buy half a head of lettuce.'

As he finished his sentence he turned to find the man standing right behind him so he quickly added 'and this gentleman kindly offered to buy the other half.'

The manager approved the deal and the man went on his way.

Later the manager said to the boy 'I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier.

We like people who think on their feet here.

Where are you from son?'

' New Zealand sir' the boy replied.

'Well why did you leave New Zealand ?' the manager asked.

The boy said 'Sir there's nothing but whores and rugby players there.'

'Really' replied the manager? 'My wife is from New Zealand !'

'Really??' replied the boy, 'Who'd she play for?'

"I have now noticed that either AdminIan or SlartiButtCrack have doctored the poll and have allowed more votes (in the +ve) than there are forum members".

"How do yez ever expect to be elected to the Board when you doctor the poll like that?" said the Kapten (and he isn't referring to a vasectomy in Warsaw).

 

"Alternatively, that is an eminent qualification to lead us on to further glory"

 

But just then slightlywanxxxxxxx and planey burst thru the batwing doors and said "................................................

But surely, it would seem that OneunglowPee--t seems to have a bit of a lopsided account of the facts.

Judging by the "bodgy" results, one can but wonder, whether the bean counter blokes connected with the poll (who must all play violins), accompanied him to visit the nurse with cold hands at the unstated establishment in Melbourne, (or was it Warsaw).

If this was not the case, surely, there would have to be a more balanced, "unfiddled" outcome of the figures.

Maybe PlaneXXXX with his ear to the ground, being a fair man, can sus out whether there has been any collusion between the parties?????

As BigPete bids us all farewell , dont worry about holding your breath folks, cos i'm sure the bugger will come back to haunt us from the other side. (hopefully)

P.S. Never before in hundreds of post's, have I seen so many complimentary remarks about the main players, which instigates a severe case of suspicion:confused::confused::confused:

There would have to be a good explanation for this somewhere, but it cetainly did'nt show up in a Google search.

Kind Regards

SinceretothecorePlanedriver

Well, what more can one say?

It seems I possibly voted wrongly in the spoilt-brat personal Super-Sluth poll.

PaleXXXX obviously has better access to the "Rogues Gallery" than some of us, and managed to come up with one of ElusivePetes more flattering photo's "commuinicating"?, like Tom Cruise in the Top Gun movie. ( I think I might have seen him on the road today, saying hello in the same manner).

Bendorn also came up with "wanted, but not really known", or was that supposed to be "known, but not wanted":confused::confused::confused:

Anyway, it would seem that he is no longer listed as a missing person, as we know he's really out there somewhere, albeit hiding behind those tinted windows of his Jabbylimmo..

I just hope he does'nt walk up my driveway carrying a violin case:laugh:.

SpoiltBratPete (alias No 24) who now has his very own personal poll, may possibly exist, but appears to be laying low, analysing the results.

Like a bad penny, i'm sure he'll turn up with some outragous explanation why he of all people, should be given preference over other mere mortals on this forum.

We no doubt all wait with baited breath, to see what comes up next.:thumb_up:thumb_down:chuffed:

Nice looking strip Ben.

Lucky man, you no doubt deserve it.

Who'd want to live in the "big smoke"?

Not you, that obvious.

Rgds

Alan

Hey Geoff,

That carpet looks a bloody site better than wots in the place i'm renting,

Want to swap?????

By the way, despite the Riverland blokes comments about the paint job, or lack thereof, your Jabiru looks great to me.:thumb_up::thumb_up::thumb_up:

Regards

Alan

And so, dear reader (we know you're out there), are you prepared to vote on whether BigPete (who can land on a sixpence:clap: ) and LittlePete (who has the knack of asking difficult questions during demanding maneuvers, (like landing on a sixpence)), do really exist. If you can tear yourself away Ian, can we do a poll??

 

thank you!

 

Spoken by BigPete, LargePierre, GrandePierre, HumungousPete, SwashbucklingPete, STOLPete, KnackerlessPete, HopperlongPete, OneunglowPete, NearlyKnackerlessPete, ScaredofScapelsPete, PastaPete, LowSlowPete, DecisivePete, CleverPete, ApprehensivePete, UndauntedPete, OhMyGodPete , GungHoPete, EuphoricPete, VictaPete, BiggerThanLifePete, and,

 

I'mTiredandGoingToBedPete. :raise_eyebrow::raise_eyebrow::raise_eyebrow:

 

:big_grin::big_grin::big_grin:

With TwentythreealiasesPete managing to twist Ian's arm for the now in existance poll, one can't help but wonder whether the final analysis will show 23 too many ticks in the yes column:question::confused::confused::confused:

I much prefer 4 strokes.

.............. Phew .... glad that's over.

Poor SherlockCaptain and his trusty bloodhound are totally exhausted after unravelling the mystery of Alias's's's's's's'Pete, and is considering early retirement.

Like the girl with the melons, he always get's his man.:thumb_up:

So embarrassed at finally being sprung, we now hear on the grapevine, that there's a grass-stained J160 which is being fitted with dark limmo tint on the windows, and the owner is doing a night VFR rating, so he'll be able to fly day ops, providing there's enough sunshine.

It would seem that GrandePierre, alias BigPete,etc;etc;etc; may a figment of our imagination, and the real Pete is actually dear little CharliePete who from photo 1, wets his pants at the mere thought of going for a ride in that Jabbygrassslasher.

The story posted, looks genuine enough on the face of it, but with reference to the remarks about KnackerlessPete, HopperlongPete, OneunglowPete and Cheating with a 100ydsstartonthevetPete, we naturally have a few suspicions.:confused::confused::confused:

Was this all a fabricated cover-up, for not wishing members to know that NotsomanlyPete had been to Melbourne for a "snip job" ,to allow MrsPete to stop worrying about those dates on her calender:question:

He'd need not worry, as there are plenty of members here that have keyrings with the logo : Vasecomy, no longer having to say "I'm Sorry".

Furthermore, at no stage did he mention that he'd been jogging.

However suspicious as we all may be, it was a lovely post, which only made it clear that PurportedlyinconsumatePoppyPete has not not been telling us the full story of his exploits;););)

The Craptain has been using such big words in his replies, that thesorusless members are unable to comment, as it takes so long to unravel his apparent superior interlect??!!**

For those with less than 4 stripes, with a percieved average IQ, lower than 238.4, they can always google some of the words in the Encyclopedia Britanica section link. www.whatthe****? (hell) does he mean?

Meanwhile, our givenupthefags?mentor, posts a photo with a sly one stuck behind his ear!!??!!??*** which just goes to prove..............................

The version I heard is " What goes up must come down, even if it's 9 months later"

A biker was riding his motorcycle on the long road between Perth and Broome .

Suddenly the sky clouded overhead and, there was huge flash of lightning.

In a booming voice, the Lord said, "Because you have been faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish."

The biker pulled over and said, "Thank you Lord, please build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want."

The Lord said, "Your request is very materialistic.

Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking.

The supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific!

The concrete and steel it would take!

It will nearly exhaust several natural resources.

I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for such a worldly thing.

Take a little more time and think of something that would honor and glorify me."

The biker thought about it for a long time.

Finally he said, "Lord, I wish that I could understand my wife.

I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, and how I can make a woman truly happy."

The Lord replied, "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"

For those who were not previously aware, motorcycles were actually in use, even back in the day's of Christ, and were invented by a man named Moses.

I read this in a very old copy of the Bible which clearly stated that:

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The roar of his Triumph could be heard through the streets of Jeruselem

The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.

At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. "Since you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven." :thumb_up:

Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to hang out with God."

St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.

God recognized Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle?"

Arthur said, "Yeah, that's me...." God commented: "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?"

Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally spoke, "Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?"

God said, "Ah, yes."

"Well," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention:

1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion

2. It chatters constantly at high speeds

3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble too much

4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust

5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!!!! thumb_down

"Hmmmmm, you may have some good points there," replied God, "hold on."

God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words and waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.

"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed," God said to Arthur, "but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours.