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Old 14th Mar 2014, 21:58
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Note the Hillman Minx engine which is really a Coventry Climax slant 4 engine. I wonder did the FAA clear the paddock for the Wright Bros.
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Old 14th Mar 2014, 23:48
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Frank, I operated a Forklift at Mooroopna for a pear season about 18 years ago that was a Coventry Climax that they "bought 23 years ago second hand from the SPC factory to get them through the season." It was still going strong. I drove past there a couple of weeks ago however it looks like it has been tiered since then.
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Old 18th Mar 2014, 11:02
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Yeah baby! Two engines are always better than one, right?

What's wrong with this picture?

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Old 18th Mar 2014, 11:14
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A couple from the Tyabb airshow a couple of weeks back...

An entertaining battle against the VC. Complete with fireworks, Trojan, Birddog and Jeff Trappets DC3.

A slightly unusual visitor.

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Old 18th Mar 2014, 11:37
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What's wrong with this picture?
Those P51 propellor blades seem a bit fake!
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Old 18th Mar 2014, 12:01
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Old 18th Mar 2014, 18:15
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Is that LJR?
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Old 19th Mar 2014, 09:50
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VH-XXX's first photo at #890 shows quite a "Man Shed"...

Please pardon my envy showing.
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Old 19th Mar 2014, 10:22
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The twin engine 'searay???" looks good to me...

The p-51 pic...doesn't to the 'wrong' count any justice. The 'sound' portrayed....OMG I felt a slight of embarresment as I walked away from the display.

don't get me wrong, their fund raising to pursue the preservation of this airframe has a lot of merit, but the application of that display didn't help them as much as i might have.

Personally, if they'd said to me 5 bucks to take a seat in the cockpit for a few minutes, i'd have jumped at it, and I know plenty of others who would happily part with a few bucks for the same opportunity.

Just my 2 bobs worth for free....
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Old 21st Mar 2014, 11:17
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This is quite a different round-out technique from what I am used to when landing on runway 36
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Old 21st Mar 2014, 13:04
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I can see the NOTAM now....
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Old 21st Mar 2014, 14:12
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Not unusual, Jaba for the Dubbo ANDRA boys and girls in past years to have YWEL NOTAMed off limits for us guys and gals. They used the strip for drag racing. (I have to admit to having been there spectating on one occasion, during an Easter Sunday..)
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Old 21st Mar 2014, 20:33
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Beach King

Keep your truck off it - they are trying to fix it up!!!
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Old 22nd Mar 2014, 09:47
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Hey it's not just me...there's 14 others doing it too!!

The biggest joke (apart from the high vis shirt,long pants, hard hat with flowing brim,gloves, safety glasses and displayed white card) is the AVID card that we are given upon entering the airport boundary. You wear it for about 2 minutes while you tip off the gravel, and then give it back when you exit.
I wish my normal ASIC card was this easy to obtain....no Birth certificates or criminal background checks, no 4 week wait.....and FREE. I bet if I had loaded 62 tons of Nitropil instead of gravel, I would still be able to enter with my AVID
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Old 22nd Mar 2014, 11:50
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And what is funnier, I bet they do not accept your ASIC card in place of the AVID they give you

Anyway you are just about due for retirement aren't you

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Old 22nd Mar 2014, 19:23
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The Home of Photos in Dunnunda! Mk II

I am retired! Only work 14 hour days now.
Also getting sick of paying $45/hr to Yobbo truck drivers who can't read or write, who then smash your gear
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Old 23rd Mar 2014, 12:31
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Found this while looking through some posters from the 80's. Were any other ppruner's there?
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Old 23rd Mar 2014, 12:49
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Sadly, I missed that Scone Aero Club "knees up" in 1986. But I do remember the unlamented Tooheys 2.2 light beer that was just a little bit ordinary...

There's something rather fascinating about having a brewer and an insurance company sponsor an air show...

Please bring back the good ol' G.A. days!
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Dear Bill,
I'm writing to you because I need your help to get me flamin' pilot's licence back. You keep telling me you got all the right contacts. Well now's your chance to make something happen for me because, mate, I'm bloody desperate.
But first, I'd better tell you what happened during my last flight review with the CASA Examiner. On the phone, Ron (that's the CASA feller), seemed a reasonable sort of a bloke. He politely reminded me of the need to do a flight review every two years. He even offered to drive out, have a look over my property and let me operate from my own strip. Naturally I agreed to that. Anyway, Ron turned up last Wednesday.
First up, he said he was a bit surprised to see my plane on a small strip outside my homestead, because the authorized landing area is about a mile away. I explained that because this strip was so close to the homestead, it was more convenient than the "ALA," and despite the power lines crossing about midway down the strip, it's really not a problem to land and take-off, because at the halfway point down the strip you're usually still on the ground.
For some reason Ron, seemed nervous. So, although I had done the pre-flight inspection only four days earlier, I decided to do it all over again. Because the examiner was watching me carefully, I walked around the plane three times instead of my usual two. My effort was rewarded because the colour finally returned to Ron's cheeks. In fact, they went a bright red. In view of Ron's obviously better mood, I told him I was going to combine the test flight with some farm work, as I had to deliver three poddy calves from the home paddock to the main herd. After a bit of a chase I finally caught the calves and threw them into the back of the ol' Cessna 172. We climbed aboard but Ron, started getting onto me about weight and balance calculations and all that crap. Of course I knew that sort of thing was a waste of time because calves like to move around a bit particularly when they see themselves 500-feet off the ground! So, it's pointless trying to secure them as you know. However, I did tell Ron that he shouldn't worry as I always keep the trim wheel set on neutral to ensure we remain pretty stable at all stages throughout the flight.
Anyway, I started the engine and cleverly minimised the warm-up time by tramping hard on the brakes and gunning her to 2,500 RPM. I then discovered that Ron has very acute hearing, even though he was wearing a flamin' headset. Through all that noise he detected a metallic rattle and demanded I account for it. Actually it began about a month ago and was caused by a screwdriver that fell down a hole in the floor and lodged in the fuel selector mechanism. The selector can't be moved now, but it doesn't matter because it's jammed on "All tanks," so I reckon that's OK. However, as Ron was obviously a nit-picker, I blamed the noise on vibration from a stainless steel thermos flask which I keep in a beaut little possie between the windshield and the magnetic compass. My explanation seemed to relax Ron, because he slumped back in the seat and kept looking up at the cockpit roof.
I released the brakes to taxi out, but unfortunately the plane gave a leap and spun to the right. "Hell" I thought, "not the starboard wheel chock again". The bump jolted Ron back to full alertness. He looked around just in time to see a rock thrown by the prop-wash disappear completely through the windscreen of his brand new Commodore. "Now I'm really in trouble", I thought...
While Ron was busy ranting about his car, I ignored his requirement that we taxi to the ALA, and instead took off under the power lines. Ron didn't say a word, at least not until the engine started coughing right at the lift off point, and then he bloody screamed his head off. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!". "Now take it easy Ron", I told him firmly. "That often happens on take-off and there is a good reason for it". I explained patiently that I usually run the plane on standard MOGAS, but one day I accidentally put in a gallon or two of kerosene. To compensate for the low octane of the kerosene, I siphoned in a few gallons of high octane MOGAS and shook the wings up and down a few times to mix it up. Since then, the engine has been coughing a bit but in general it works just fine, if you know how to coax it properly. Anyway, at this stage Ron seemed to lose all interest in my test flight.
Anyhow, on levelling out, I noticed some wild camels heading into my improved pasture. I hate bloody camels, and always carry a loaded 303, clipped inside the door of the Cessna just in case I see any of the bastards. We were too high to hit them, but as a matter of principle, I decided to have a go through the open window. Mate, when I pulled the bloody rifle out, the effect on Ron was electric. As I fired the first shot his neck lengthened by about six inches and his eyes bulged like a rabbit with myxo. He really looked as if he had been jabbed with an electric cattle prod on full power. In fact, Ron's reaction was so distracting that I lost concentration for a second and the next shot went straight through the port tyre. Ron was a bit upset about the shooting (probably one of those pinko animal lovers I guess) so I decided not to tell him about our little problem with the tyre.
Shortly afterwards I located the main herd and decided to do my fighter pilot trick. Ron had gone back to praying when, in one smooth sequence, I pulled on full flaps, cut the power and started a sideslip from 5000 feet at 130 knots indicated (the last time I looked anyway) and the little needle rushed up to the red area on me ASI. What a buzz, mate! About half way through the descent I looked back in the cabin to see the calves gracefully suspended in mid air and mooing like crazy. I was going to comment to Ron on this unusual sight, but he looked a bit green and had rolled himself into the foetal position and was screamin' his head off. Mate, talk about being in a bloody zoo. You should've been there, it was so bloody funny! At about 500 feet I levelled out, but for some reason we kept sinking. When we reached about 100 feet, I applied full power but nothing happened. No noise no nothin'. Then, luckily, I heard me instructor's voice in me head saying "carb heat, carb heat". So I pulled carb heat on and that helped quite a lot, with the engine finally regaining full power. Whew, that was real close, let me tell you! Then mate, you'll never guess what happened next! As luck would have it, at that height we flew into a massive dust cloud caused by the cattle and suddenly went I.F. bloody R, mate. You would have been really proud of me as I didn't panic once, not once, but I did make a mental note to consider an instrument rating as soon as me gyro is repaired (something I've been meaning to do for a while now).
Suddenly Ron's elongated neck and bulging eyes reappeared. His mouth opened very wide, but no sound emerged. "Take it easy," I told him, "we'll be out of this in a minute". Sure enough, about a minute later we emerged, still straight and level and still at 50 feet. Admittedly I was surprised to notice that we were upside down, and I kept thinking to myself, "I hope Ron didn't notice that I had forgotten to set the QNH when we were taxiing". This minor tribulation forced me to fly to a nearby valley in which I had to do a half roll to get upright again. By now the main herd had divided into two groups leaving a narrow strip between them. "Ah!" I thought, "there's an omen. We'll land right there". Knowing that the tyre problem demanded a slow approach, I flew a couple of steep turns with full flap. Soon the stall warning horn was blaring so loud in me ear that I cut its circuit breaker to shut it up. But by then I knew we were slow enough anyway. I turned steeply onto a 75 foot final and put her down with a real thud. Strangely enough, I had always thought you could only ground loop in a tail dragger but, as usual, I was proved wrong again! Halfway through our third loop, Ron at last recovered his sense of humour. Talk about laugh. I've never seen the likes of it. He couldn't stop. We finally rolled to a halt and I released the calves, who bolted out of the aircraft like there was no tomorrow.
I then began picking clumps of dry grass. Between gut wrenching fits of laughter, Ron asked what I was doing. I explained that we had to stuff the port tyre with grass so we could fly back to the homestead. It was then that Ron, really lost the plot and started running away from the aircraft. Can you believe it? I saw him running off into the distance, arms flailing in the air and still shrieking with laughter. I later heard that he had been confined to a psychiatric institution - poor bugger! Anyhow mate, that's enough about Ron.
The problem is I got this letter from CASA a couple of days ago withdrawing, as they put it, my privileges to fly; until I have undergone a complete pilot training course again and undertaken another flight proficiency test. Now I admit that I made a mistake in taxiing over the wheel chock and not setting the QNH using strip elevation, but I can't see what else I did that was a so bloody bad that they have to withdraw me flaming' license. Can you?
Ralph H. Bell
Mud Creek Station.

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Old 25th Mar 2014, 03:07
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Love it! Seen it before, but it still cracks me up. Believe it or not, I think I may have met some of "Ralph's" rellies a time or two over the years!

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