Sometimes in life you just have to say I can't be bothered - it's one of them times. Maybe one day someone will bother to explain why so many good friends of mine died in machines produced there. All they did was sit there and fly them, with bits coming off all over the place or components not doing what they were supposed to do; that's what killed them - but I'll not hold my breath and I'm very comfortable nowadays, in my Sikorsky.
Last edited by MOSTAFA; 23rd Mar 2014 at 19:39.