off topic I know...but
I remember a TOOL of the highest order, an ex RAAF scrubbed at 1FTS that would fly an Auster with his bone dome and leather gloves whilst towing gliders for the local cadets....
He would strut around in his flying suit and mirror glasses pontificating his greatness to one and all.
I feel the need......
the need to throw up!
or to quote from the movie Red Dawn...
I'm an Auster driver!