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Mirage Iii | The Book of Model Planes
NOW I am in trouble! Need some time to turn out something.... 30 min....
Baldwin Aviation – California?
In the 1989 ed. of Jane’s All the World’s Aircraft, there is a listing for a small aircraft called the ASP-XJ, built by a company (not sure) either called “Baldwin Aircraft” or “Baldwin Aviation”.
In a picture, the plane is a small, tail-less delta-winged, single jet. Imagine a cartoonishly shrunken Mirage III.
I’ve found no information anywhere else, and the company doesn’t appear in later ed.s of Janes.
My guess is that they just went bankrupt – but does anybody actually know what happened?
Baldwin Aircraft. In 1988 first displayed the prototype composites-built and two-seat ASP-XJ armed surveillance and patrol experimental jet.
It was only a prototype and never sold. No longer manufacturing aircraft.
In the 1989 ed. of Jane’s All the World’s Aircraft, there is a listing for a small aircraft called the ASP-XJ, built by a company (not sure) either called “Baldwin Aircraft” or “Baldwin Aviation”.
In a picture, the plane is a small, tail-less delta-winged, single jet. Imagine a cartoonishly shrunken Mirage III.
I’ve found no information anywhere else, and the company doesn’t appear in later ed.s of Janes.
My guess is that they just went bankrupt – but does anybody actually know what happened?
Baldwin Aircraft. In 1988 first displayed the prototype composites-built and two-seat ASP-XJ armed surveillance and patrol experimental jet.
It was only a prototype and never sold. No longer manufacturing aircraft.
NOW I am in trouble! Need some time to turn out something.... 30 min....
we might be able to see more of you. 
How's your family and health?
Everyone is fine thanks.
Son selling cars very nicely - moved a Bentley a couple of weeks ago, and a Mercedes SL350 yesterday. Nice bonuses!
I have real problems walking more than a hundred yards or so, but can make it if I walk very slowly.
I tested myself last week in Cornwall walking around The Eden Project.
Go Google mate - it's fantastic.
Son selling cars very nicely - moved a Bentley a couple of weeks ago, and a Mercedes SL350 yesterday. Nice bonuses!
I have real problems walking more than a hundred yards or so, but can make it if I walk very slowly.
I tested myself last week in Cornwall walking around The Eden Project.
Go Google mate - it's fantastic.
Also visited Trevor at his factory and we had a drink in our hotel when he finished work.
We didn't know it when we booked the hotel, but it was two miles from his work!
Reg is relegated to helicopters - far too slow for fighters.
We didn't know it when we booked the hotel, but it was two miles from his work!
Reg is relegated to helicopters - far too slow for fighters.
No mate, he's a very talented and articulate engineer who can operate a multi thousand dollar computer CAD programme.
The scene is set, the night is cold, the campfire is burning and the stars twinkle in the dark night sky...
Three hang-glider pilots, one from Australia, one from South Africa and the other from New Zealand, are sitting round a campfire near Ayers Rock, each embroiled with the bravado for which they are famous.
A night of tall tales begins....
Kiven, the kiwi says, "I must be the meanest, toughest heng glider dude there us. Why, just the other day, I linded in a field and scared a crocodile thet got loose from the swamp. Et ate sux men before I wrestled ut to the ground weth my bare hends end beat ut's bliddy 'ed un.
Jerry from South Africa typically can't stand to be bettered. "Well you guys, I lended orfter a 200 mile flight on a tiny treck, ind a fifteen foot Namibian desert snike slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grebbed thet borsted with my bare hinds and tore it's head orf ind sucked the poison down in one gulp. Ind I'm still here today".
Barry the Aussie remained silent, slowly poking the fire with his penis.
The scene is set, the night is cold, the campfire is burning and the stars twinkle in the dark night sky...
Three hang-glider pilots, one from Australia, one from South Africa and the other from New Zealand, are sitting round a campfire near Ayers Rock, each embroiled with the bravado for which they are famous.
A night of tall tales begins....
Kiven, the kiwi says, "I must be the meanest, toughest heng glider dude there us. Why, just the other day, I linded in a field and scared a crocodile thet got loose from the swamp. Et ate sux men before I wrestled ut to the ground weth my bare hends end beat ut's bliddy 'ed un.
Jerry from South Africa typically can't stand to be bettered. "Well you guys, I lended orfter a 200 mile flight on a tiny treck, ind a fifteen foot Namibian desert snike slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grebbed thet borsted with my bare hinds and tore it's head orf ind sucked the poison down in one gulp. Ind I'm still here today".
Barry the Aussie remained silent, slowly poking the fire with his penis.
