Originally Posted by M609
Østersund Air Base
Is that on the coast, near Fråggle Röck? - there does seem to have been some muppetry involved, on the face of it.
That being said, formation photo shoots do seem to offer more than the standard amount of potential for tears before bedtime. Non-standard formation positions, lots of farting about trying to catch the sun and that particularly fluffy cloud in the right place, lense caps disappearing down the back of the aircraft, and finally the budding David Bailey decides he needs a chunder. None of which help much. Doesn't mean you can take the rudder off the other bloke while wiping spew off the snapper though. I know, those that have and those that will, but this particular example does look a bit suspect. Börk Börk Börk.
Originally Posted by Rod1
Stuff about gliders, doing glider stuff.
Presumably you were wearing a parachute whilst doing all of this glider stuff, in anticipation of the sadly regular collisions which occur between our combustion-challenged bretherin? Or just a pair of rubber heels and a big grin?
Originally Posted by Rod1
600 metres.
Same day, same way. I can't see quite what you're hoping to achieve back there, other than deeming yourself to be a 'Combine' over the RT - and that term to my mind just evokes visions of a big lumbering thing, taking up far too much room and making a ridiculous amount of noise, generally just annoying everyone else going about the place.
Actually, if you're not confident any closer, trailing a few hundred metres back can be a bad place to be - happened to me once, before I saw the light and got some training. Following a Warrior in the Yak on the way back from an annual, at what seemed at the time a respectable 300 metres or so behind. The Squirrel converging from the right (correctly) concluded that the instructor Warrior driver hadn't seen him (because, as later established, he was dicking about with the GPS - lovely chap, now flying an Airbus) wasn't going to do anything about it, so elected to turn and pass behind the PA28 - roughly 300 metres behind. I don't think the Squirrel ever saw me, being fixated on the traffic he was avoiding. Valuable lesson though - either keep it close - and accept this requires training - or don't even try. Half-measures don't help anyone.
Originally Posted by Rod1
Sheltered lives
Indeed - they only let me out of the Convent at weekends now...compare this to the roister-doistering life let by our crocodile-wrestling, fire-eating future Red Bull champion, "Big Balls" Rod1.
