planedriver

No, I'm single. (But looking)

Alan .... Thanks for posting that shot .. I last flew into Guernsey aboard a Cessna 337 in 1976 ish .. The airport has changed a little since then hey .. I was a regular at the Jersey and Guernsey Air Rallies back then ... CheersDave C

I think it was probably 1975 maybe 76 that I flew to the rally's with a neighbour in a Bolkow Junior.

By the way, were you the bloke I lent 5quid to?

Rgds

Alan

This looked like a very short version of the Breguet Deux Pont but from the 'clue' given its a M.57 Aerovan - made by Miles aircraft.

Noisey and slow by modern day standards, like the Prestwick (Scotish Aviation) Pioneer and Bristol 170.

Rgds

Planey

Miles Aerovan

So you must be Guernsey from Guernsey i'd guess?

Kind Regards

Planey

:rilla:Dating in 1960 :rilla:

It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1960 and Fred had a date with Peggy Sue.

He arrived at her house and rang the bell.

'Oh, come on in!' Peggy Sue's mother said as she welcomed Fred in.

'Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink?

Lemonade? Iced tea?'

'Iced tea, please,' Fred said. Mom brought the iced tea.

'So, what are you and Peggy planning to do tonight?' she asked.

'Oh, probably catch a movie, and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the malt shop,

Maybe take a walk on the beach...'

'Peggy likes to screw, you know,' Mom informed him.

'Really?' Fred replied; eyebrows rose.

'Oh yes,' the mother continued,

'When she goes out with her friends, that's all they do!'

'Is that so?' asked Fred, incredulous.

'Yes,' said the mother.

'As a matter of fact, she'd screw all night if we let her!'

'Well, thanks for the tip!' Fred said as he began thinking about alternate plans for the evening.

A moment later, Peggy Sue came down the stairs looking pretty as a picture,

Wearing a pink blouse and a hoop skirt, and with her hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail.

She greeted Fred.

'Have fun, kids!' the mother said as they left.

Half an hour later, a completely dishevelled Peggy Sue burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.

'The Twist, Mom!' she angrily yelled to her mother in the kitchen.

'The bloody dance is called the Twist!'

You know me Captain, what goes on in the flight-deck, stays on the flight-deck, said the AHdecky.

Sometimes my actions may be questionable, like those of higher rank, but not like when the Brazilion hostie was asked to clean up the coffe you spilt in your lap. I'll not spill the beans on that saga, retorted the bloke in the right hand seat with a naughty wink because i'm also on the return flight:thumb_up:

I had a little titter (pommy term for laugh) over this one.

Rgds

Alan

I cant see the humour in this

DFI was remote quoting here because he had only ever seen them in photos taken on the mainland/Australia.....but..

he replied indignantly, don't give me that cr*p. I've known how to drive the things for years.

You put your left foot in, left foot out, in, out, in, out, and shake it all about.

Some of the morons on here, just don't seem to realise that Tassie drivers learned a hell of a lot from the TV documentary 'On the buses"

An old man is walking down the street one afternoon when he sees a young woman with perfect breasts.

He says to her, "Scuse me miss, would you let me bite your breasts for $100?"

"Are you nuts?!" she replies, and keeps walking away.

He turns around, runs around the block and gets to the corner before she does. "Would you let me bite your breasts for $1,000?" he asks again.

"Listen you; I'm not that kind of woman! Got it? Go on----- rack-off".

So the little old man runs around the next block and faces her again, "Would you let me bite your breasts - just once - for $10,000?!"

She thinks about it for a while and says, "Hmmmmm, $10,000... Ok, just once, but not here. Let's go to that dark alley over there."

So they go into the alley, where she takes off her blouse to reveal the most perfect breasts in the world.

As soon as he sees them, he grabs them and starts caressing them, fondling them slowly, kissing them and burying his face in them - but not biting them.

The woman finally gets annoyed and asks, 'Well? Are you gonna bite them or not?'

"God no," says the little old man... "costs far too much when you're on the pension!"

Dear Abby,

I have never written to you before, but I really need your advice on a matter that deeply concerns me. I have suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me.

The usual signs occured; phone rings but if I answer, the caller hangs up. My wife has been going out with 'the girls' a lot recently although when I ask their names she always says, just some friends from work, you don't know them.

I try to stay awake and watch for her when she comes home, but I usually fall asleep.

Anyway, I have never broached the subject with my wife. I think deep down I just did not want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to finally check on her around midnight, I hid in the garage behind the aircraft fuselarge i'm building so I could get a good view when she arrived home from a night out with "the girls."

When she got out of the car she was buttoning up her blouse, which was open, and she took her panties out of her handbag and slipped them on.

It was at that moment, crouching behind the landing gear, that I noticed a hairline crack where the starboard strut attaches to the fuselarge.

Is this something I can fix myself or should I contact the kit supplier?

Signed...

Concerned Aviator

Malnutrician is an awefull thing, presumeably the flight caterers were on strike

Wot it is to be pure and innocent!!

Sounds like you are on your way. All the best, and congratulations.

Welcome to Oz, and hopefully i'll catch up with you one day at The Oaks. They're a top bunch of guys out there.

Rgds

Alan

Never even knew a Savannah had a "Toilet Vacant" sign

Never mind Doug. the only one I can find is :csm::peepwall:

PS. Ive also heard that Asprin can help headaches.

Two Stories BOTH TRUE - and worth reading

STORY NUMBER ONE

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic.. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well.

Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block. Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.

Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.

Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example. One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.

He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified.

Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer; at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.

The poem read: "The clock of life is wound but once,

And no man has the power

To tell just when the hands will stop,

At late or early hour.

Now is the only time you own.

Live, love, toil with a will.

Place no faith in time.

For the clock may soon be still."

STORY NUMBER TWO

World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific. One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet. As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly. Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.

Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier. Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft. This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of WW II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Medal of Honor.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His hometown would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man. So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.

SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?

Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's"son.

:plane:Natfly is such a wonderful event attended by many from far and wide.

Not only for Aussies:aussie: but visitors alike, and word has it that this year, there was a very large contingent of overseas visitors as well.

On Saturday night a whole bunch of them decided to head over to the Aero Club for dinner.

There was an Irishman, Scotsman, a bunch of Poms and a Yank, Kiwi's,, a bloke from South Africa a couple from Japan and China, Filipinos and a South Korean. When they got to the clubhouse, the bouncer would'nt let them in, because they did'nt have a Thai.

Well atleast they moved it outta the way so the golfers could keep playing golf .... I guess its lucky it only got a hole in one wing and I bet the pilot had a ball landing on the course too... :peepwall:

Rgds

Planey

An Irish priest was transferred to Texas. Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new Texas mission parish.

He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside.

He then noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn.

He promptly called the local police station......

The conversation went like this:

''Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?''

''And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father O'Malley at St. Ann 's Catholic Church.

There's a jackass lying dead in me front lawn."

Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a smirk,''Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!''

There was dead silence on the line for a moment .............................................

Father O'Malley then replied:'Aye, 'tat is certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.''

Not video, but an interesting look around the inside of a Mustang.

This is pretty interesting. Click and drag your mouse for a 360 degree tour of the mustang cockpit.

http://www.stclairphoto-imaging.com/360/P51-Mustang/P51_swf.html

You might find this interesting...........

1940's Aircraft Carrier In The Pacific - Rare color footage

This is 16mm color (not "colorized") footage that

you may not have seen of carrier action in the Pacific.

Not many color shots in the '40's - extremely

expensive then, with a complicated and exacting processing process.

http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=9dR3h2HdnBQ

G'day tinydrip and a big welcome from us all at this very friendly site.

Good luck for Saturday. Don't forget to post how you feel after your lesson, we'd all be interseted, and feel sure that you will be on a real high.

Rgds

Planey

You know what japanese do when the have an erection.? They Vote. Nev

After experiencing the discomfort and embarrassment of

a prostate test in the NSW state hospital system, a friend

of mine decided to have his next test carried out while

visiting in Thailand where the beautiful nurses are rather

more gentle and accommodating.

As usual he was asked to strip off, he lay naked on his side

on the bed and the nurse began the examination.

"At this stage of the procedure it's quite normal to get

an erection," said the nurse.

"I haven't got an erection," said the man.

"No," replied the nurse, "but I have."

Hi jabberwok,

there's so many jabbys at the fly-ins here, some buy a can of flyspray before attending:oh yeah: would I kid you?

Seriously though, most fly-ins have a very good attendance of Jabiru's, though to be honest, i've not seen as many SP500's like the photo that you posted recently, although all models are naturally very popular.