The Next Generation - Ring a Bell.
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The Next Generation - Ring a Bell.
How many of you does this type of image bring back memories for. Sitting in the front of a helicopter imagining what the future holds 
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Is that a video image on the screen, whats that all about then...?
I once flew a long ranger G-MAAX, on the top of the console there was a small button labeled "do not use" always wanted to press it....
I once flew a long ranger G-MAAX, on the top of the console there was a small button labeled "do not use" always wanted to press it....
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From: Australia
Good one Ned.
Reminds me of a young fella, now a fine stripling of a lad, not far from here.
I was doing a mustering job, which was to be followed by a gathering of sorts.
Present were a few new to the game wanting to learn and their children, instant followers two of them were.
No matter to them while waiting for the action just where the cattle had to proceed they laid in wait with their toy Wyatt Earp specials out of sight of me or their parents.
Me, I couldnt fathom how come these cattle all of a sudden took on the appearance of ghosts they had seen, eyes rolled back, tails over their heads, legs stretched right out, cloud of dust behind, what a turnout.
That was sorted just before the fuel exhausted, and as i gave the last double half suck back and corralled the lot i turned and dived at my salvation, the fuel behind the shrubbery.
It turns out that another little girl, who was watching the lot was sure I had been shot down by these two young cowboys. poor little dear, she sobbed for quite a while.
Now later they wished to be shown the workings of the flying machine, "sure", I says. To their fathers they said, a little later, 'yer know what? he showed us everything about 'em 'cept how to start 'em."
The fathers were quite happy to shout me a beer.
Neither of them are yet of an age to agitate the air, but by gees one of them is keen. Guess I'll have to show him a bit more one day soon.
cheers tet
Reminds me of a young fella, now a fine stripling of a lad, not far from here.
I was doing a mustering job, which was to be followed by a gathering of sorts.
Present were a few new to the game wanting to learn and their children, instant followers two of them were.
No matter to them while waiting for the action just where the cattle had to proceed they laid in wait with their toy Wyatt Earp specials out of sight of me or their parents.
Me, I couldnt fathom how come these cattle all of a sudden took on the appearance of ghosts they had seen, eyes rolled back, tails over their heads, legs stretched right out, cloud of dust behind, what a turnout.
That was sorted just before the fuel exhausted, and as i gave the last double half suck back and corralled the lot i turned and dived at my salvation, the fuel behind the shrubbery.
It turns out that another little girl, who was watching the lot was sure I had been shot down by these two young cowboys. poor little dear, she sobbed for quite a while.
Now later they wished to be shown the workings of the flying machine, "sure", I says. To their fathers they said, a little later, 'yer know what? he showed us everything about 'em 'cept how to start 'em."
The fathers were quite happy to shout me a beer.
Neither of them are yet of an age to agitate the air, but by gees one of them is keen. Guess I'll have to show him a bit more one day soon.
cheers tet
