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....Mandarin lessons (CT had decided he might even get lower prices if he bypassed the distributors and dealt directly with the Chinese), and .......

.........caught a flight home to Carlton and her penthouse and Canberra turned the page for the next stranger than fiction act. In the meantime that sneaky OT had been quietly building up his CAT franchises, the latest one shown here. He'd misspelt his name of course - we're lucky he didn't us a reverse "t" as well. The OT Parts all have a pussy stamped on them; implying they have something to do with Caterpillar, and there's a hint of Cat yellow in the logo, but green in case the customers claim parts are knockoffs. He was going to hang two bull gears above every dealership until he found that four out of every ten were oval. Bucyrus Caterpillar would turn in his grave if he saw this. The section in front is the entry module, styled on an old Arizona Cantina, where someone coming in for a set of grousers or a few pistons is encouraged to linger with the hostesses over a jug of beer. The beer is that rotgut from WA, Swan Lager, so by the time the customer gets to the factory counter, he's lost part of his sight and is shaky at the knees. The franchise uses the well - known "retired professionals" to steer the customer off what he came in to buy and talk him into some junk that had started to rust. It was into this process that CT fell when he entered the new Darraweit Guim Onetrak franchise and ...............

......Lidia jumped the rail. It was like a female rooster fight, and the Speaker who had tried saying "Order" several times stode out onto the floor, grabbed two of them by the neck and threw them down the stairs. The visitors in the Hall cheered because they thought this was what went on in Parliament. "คุณมันโคตรปัญญาอ่อน" screamed Lidia. Sarah burst into tears and yelled: "........

......to be the news the follwing day as the media tried to piece together what happened. Lidia had been shouting and pretending to throw spears from the gallery after being banned from the Senate when Jacqie, diplomatically told her to get XXXXXX. Lidia spat back with some language we can't use here and there was a .........

......the colours of the Republic of India on her fuselage and legs with spats. It wasn't long before Dave was seen waving from his new kitplane to the farmers on the oustkirts of the town. He didn't have a Certificate, but hey, nor did anyone else around these parts. One day he had an undercarriage failure on landing. Dave claimed that a willy willy did it, and there was an 87 page discussion on it in WreckFlyne where the conclusion seemed to be that six people were going to Old Station this year. He ordered the parts; they didn't arrive, so being a politician he demanded to see the owner of the kitplane business who immediately agreed to come down and help him. What Dave didn't know was that no one had ever succeeded in pinning this person down. He had the character of a wombat [A small Australian Marsupial which eats roots and leaves]. An investgative journalist got onto the story that there were no parts available for Australia's new secret Attack Aircraft, and there were questions in the Senate where Sarah broke down in tears. Lidia spat the dummy in the dirt and Jaqui said "XXXXXXX wombat! Someone asked "Where are these SHXXboxes being made?" and Dave, in a flash of honesty stuttered C..C..C..C.... but the Senate had risen for the day and ...........

....up with the idea of riveting one end of a bra string to the prop tip and the other just to the side of the spinner. She looked a little out of balance at first but the plane flew well and was often seen.....

..took out his No 2 sledge hammer and 20 minutes later he had belted the left side of the aircraft into an aerodynamic shape. The right side had already been given similar treatment by Australia Post. Next he pulled the rather unusual engine out of its box, hosed the chicken dung off it and it slid on to the mounts smoothly. He knew that a least the four mounting holes had been drilled this time and in the correct position. Next came the prop, and in 27 languages the attached description said it was CE compliant, and care should be taken when using it indoors. It only had one blade though..............

'm always there to help, especially if there's some airtime fiull of ads in it. It had all started when Turbo had seen an add for a cheap Morgan knock-off and figured they could carry four cannisters of napalm if they supercharged the Rotax to suit the high altitudes. So they went to Dave Marles with the plans and a glowing endorsement from OTRecreational, Chung Ling. Dave could see no further than how good these would be operating from the new subs due in 40 years time, so he ordered a couple of hundred. They arrived a couple of days later in cardboard cartons and as Dave undid the shrink wrap on the first pack an instruction sheet fell out. It was printed in 1 pt font, in 63 languages, but not English. That didn't stop Dave; he was from Geelong, but ........

.....managed to get her into the Mustang and give her some chewing gum. It was about 1 pm the next day that CT noticed the black smoke from the D7 had died away and the ripper was siting up higher (A trained D7 Operator like Turbo would have picked that up during the morning) This was a sure sign that the tynes had word out. CT raised the ripper and started scratching the dirt off with a shovel; the tines has completely worn out in 5 hours of operation. Since OT had given him 5 years warranty on the tynes Ct started unbolting them ready to take photos. His eye fell on the brand; in place of CAT, it read "888 Gold and Treasure Co, Xuen." CT picked up the shotgun, got into the Mustang, and five km out of DG was pulled over by the Highway Patrol. "Good afternoon" said the Officer "Do you have any reason for exceeding the speed limit by 55 km/hr?" CT started to cry and told him what OT had done to the CAT. "On your way then Sir" the Officer said "and give him an extra charge from me" and they talked Ford for the next half hour. When CT finally arrived in Onesville, WA he held the ripper tyne up and attempted to ram it down OT's throat, but it snapped in half and they both started to laugh.........

......and of course by definition, One Track is the collection of sprockets, rollers and grousers on one side of a bulldozer and from there ......

".........very sore after lifting 25 D7s on to the old Bedford, I'm thankfull I'd read that ancient book and learnt how they did it when they built their home from giant rocks." Both Cappy and Turbo knew that this wasn't the day to question OT, and they knew about the wrath of a WA high flier from being there the day Bob Hawke said to Alan Bond, "Im not going to give you $13 million taxpayer funds for a fool's errand like that har,har,ha OW!, you little XXXX!!!!", and the rest is history. This morning, hoping for a new day, new mood Turbo served Cappy with some fresh Corn Flakes and Cappy put a shot of Glenfiddoch in OT's hot milk. The air was electric and wasn't in need of a charging station any time soon [topical reference], and into this delicate situation stomped.......

....episode of nervous tension, it's when the great Albert Einstein gets confused about his lines. He of course wasn't a King and never wanted to be, but since, at the age of 3 weeks he had told his mother to get off the booze because she was only giving him 13/16 of the milk he needed to grow fast he had always wanted to push the boundaries of mathematics, or as some people say Matematics. It was in Grade 1 when his teacher said "Now kiddies, we are going to learn today that one and one makes two" and little Al had said "Not always" that people knew he had a gift, or more precisely the teacher rushed into the staff room at morning tea time and slammed the kettle onto the table, yelling "that XXXXXX Einstein kid is correcting me again!" These deep thoughts had been started by a bad batch of vindaloo, and Cappy was thinking it was lucky that Bombay No3 curry hadn't been on the menu, when OT walked in, threw his Chinese 888 jacket on the floor, kicked off his No 8 tennis shoes with the yellow soles, flung his Temu watch into the spittoon, and would have taken off his Pleasant Dreams jocks if Turbo hadn't calmed him down with some genuine New Delhi whiskey. Cappy approached him cautiously and asked "..............

Bunnings. Very good question, I'm hitting the books now.

........the achievements of Benjamin Franklin, Nigel Farage, Albo Einstein and our own AHlocks on the grounds that none of these were digital people who use AI, or copilot. Ahlocks should be taken out of this equation (see photos of Albo's blackboard), because he still reads social media 14 hours a day, but Mrs AHlocks took his keyboard off him 7 years ago and the great man has been silenced ever since. Turbo had been talking about this to Albo at a Matematics Convention in Las Vegas, and Albo ran his fingers through his ample white hair and said "......................

.....this could lead to digititis, and issue in computers where there was too much keyboarding, which overloaded the digital system and led to .....

There is a long thread on this subject on the site including the different g loads in turns (so there's no point in thinking a single speed is all you need to know; you'll just fall into a stall on a steeper turn and so on; but the biggest consensus was on your suggestion about going for specific training on unusual attitudes/upset recovery and several people did the training and swore by it.

....left digit; a sure sign that he had been......

RC Aircraft. There's a film on a kid who built one about 40 years ago. Scaling up is the problem.

.....atreum. Turbo had been a Junior News Spotter at hthe Bombay Journal before he signed up for the Khyber and now he remembered there was a controversial lawsuit about a Hindi who had used a similar beard to entice ............

Good information. I learnt the hard way trying to do a 90 deg turn in a Chipmunk. If the instructor hadn't been on board I would have drilled it into the ground, having no idea of what was happening. Haven't spent the need to demonstrate the 90 deg turn like my uncle demonstrated to me.

With ATSB on the scene that comment probably wasn't necessary, but with police at the scene first they may have declared a "crime scene" which doesn't imply that a crime has been committed, just preserves the scene better and more formally, and that may have triggered the Crime Stoppers requesyt which is the formal way police ask for information from public witnesses and filter it to free up police time. Witness calls to Crime Stoppers would flow to ATSB when they get involved just like evidence from first responders.

....named Mosul, given a Drifter [avref] and had the job of impersonating a Recreational Flyer who had drifted off course, couldn't find his way back because the GPS battery was flat and the spare GPS battery was flat. The enemy would usually have a laugh and let him go. Turbo would then fly the route home dropping gin bottles, and Cappy would show up right on track for the runway every time. Not many people know that Cappy has a photographic memory and is a displayed artist of some not so there was no need to bring a camera and Turbo would just infiltrate among the enemy in the danger zone borrowing cigarettes from them as he moved through clarifying great spots for the artillery to lob ordnance. It was a good system; Turbo would pinch a bike and back to the lines, the artillery would wipe out the enemy and the British Commandos would run in, clap their hands to scare any laggers and claim another victory. One dark night though an enemy soldier caught the whiff or the aftermath of Cappy's evening feed of mosuls and grabbed him by the ..........

From memory about 3 people on this site over the years reported that 2 had failed and they'd winged it to get home. In many cases, such as eastern Victoria, it wouldn't make much difference. In other cases the lead you need for the second GPS you've never had to use could be at home. Even that wouldn't be a problem most of the time because you would have a pretty good idea of where the key towns were. But one guy who used to boast about modern equipment on this site got lost ....in a helicopter.

.......breakfast in the Uighur Mountains in his youth. He mentioned this to Cappy and said he had come away with a gin addiction and from that moment nothing was too much trouble for Chairman Xi. They disappeared to the Observation deck Cappy had built for the CIA and Chairman Xi frowned slightly, but then they disappeared for a week and chits were sent down, meals and gin sent up, gin bottles thudded onto the Spratly grass, and they decided what they would get Albo to do. Not many people know that Albo was a Commando in the British Army during Gulf 1. Of course they weren't up to the standard of the Marines, but Albo was very handy with a knife in the back and ..........

......inadvertently stepped into the most lucrative rackets in the Country, where the judges would meet in a pub and decide who was going to win this one, and what the suckers were going to pay. These were the people you'd see down at the airport polishing their half million dollar Sportcruisers. Turbo designed more or less an electronic gumball maching where you'd touch on wiuth your AMEX Card, and then type in the problem and details of the prick that had crossed your path, and the screen would show a video of Judge Judy, the machine would click a few times, then say "Sorry we lost" and fifty bucks would be charged to the credit card. Same disappointment, but you still had your house. So Turbo sold the system to Cappy for $3.9 million, and they both ensured Cappy's identity remained secret. The money that flowed in built twin mansions where the old bungalow used to be in the Spratleys, and the parties became legend until Chairman Xi showed up one night and .............