"JJ" wrote in message
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Jerry Oxendine wrote:

JJ,

Let him stew in it; it isn't worth the argument. Sounds to me he's sort
of
afeered that the new FCC offensive might
mess up his playhouse. He spends so much time trying
to insult people (doesn't work), it sounds like he is actually worried
they
might get some of them thar dri'vahs
thar SQUEAK!!

Amazing how small people can try so hard to belittle others without
knowing
a damn thing about them. I've got more hobbies than he's got hemorhoids
(he
must have
a "pile" {pun intended}of 'em based on his feeble attempts to garner
attention.

Yea, he is the typical chicken bander. Probably needs to air out that
barn of his.

I'll have to tell you my ride in a North American T-6 Texan
sometime. Now There's a
hobby! LOL!

Would love to hear about it. There is a group that comes hear a couple
of times a year to offer rides in one, the wife has been trying to talk
me into it for a birthday present. Would love to get ahold of the stick
of one of those.


That was a few years ago but it was a neat ride. Probably one of the things
that led me to fly in later
years (soloed at 21 in 1970). The Civil Air Patrol Wing had one, and one
day, they were giving rides to the cadets. Competition for riding in a T-6
was pretty high
because of time restraints of the pilot (s), but I stood hopefully in line
not figuring I would get the chance. Two
buddies in front of me were scared and began to talk themselves out of
flying. To my surprise, they stepped OUT of line and I was next!

Now my first airplane ride was in a Piper Cherokee 180
followed by a few sorties in a J-3/L-4. This didn't prepare me for what
happened next! When the pilot shoved the throttle in, I could feel the
tremendous torque
push me back in the seat! I wasn't used to such power--
and this was only an advanced trainer. Climbing out
amid the roar and clatter of that huge engine, we were at
3,000 feet in NO time--this was definitely not your Father's Oldsmobile, er
uh, Cessna!

The pilot asked me if I was OK and I said, "Sure". Next
thing I am looking up at the sky, I can't lift my hand off the armrest and
my jaws feel like they are being pulled down to my shoulders! I CAN'T move!
Up, up, up, clatter, clatter, clatter, we went thru an inside loop, and
SNAP! A snap roll to the left. I banged my head against
the canopy! Ouch! Then I am looking directly at the ground, then up, up up,
UP again as the airplane slowed,
slowed and WHAM! A stall! (no that's NOT when the
engine quits; it's when the airframe stops flying and begins
to free fall) Looking at the ground again. Three turns of
a spin as I am held upwards as if weightless. Then a hard, 60 degree turn
with my butt pushed ever harder down into the seat and my jaws are distended
with the
increasing G forces. Level flight as I get my breath utterly
fascinated, but panting and beginning to sweat. Then
the pilot tells me to get on the controls as he tells me, a
total greenhorn what the controls do, how to turn left, how to turn right,
what the rudder does, points out the
wing surfaces, the flaps, tells me about the ailerons, etc.
And this kid was in HEAVEN! If we had augered into
the ground, I wouldn't have cared because flying became
a MUST for me. It didn't make me sick, either. Rather, it
kindled a passion within that remains to this day. I let my
medical lapse some years ago when it became MORE than I could afford. When
fuel went beyond $1.50 gal (and that has been some years ago, I just
couldn't justify
the expense to remain current. But during the years I DID fly, I had a
ball. Cessnas, Bonanzas, Pipers, DC-3
(that was fun, too!) There was a friend that ran a radio shop in the
field--certified avionics. Sometimes, he would
come to me and ask me to go up and fly while he made
critical adjustments to the radios/navcomms. I never actually got my
multi-engine ticket, but I would fly with
Jimmy while he did his thing. Lots of "free" flying back then!

Take that flight, you won't regret it! And incidently, there
is a big celebration at Kitty Hawk, NC to mark the 100th
anniversary of the Wright Bros flight in 1903. I wouldn't
miss that for anything.

Jerry