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Post by Matthew on Sept 19, 2017 22:59:49 GMT -5
Lady Margaret started a thread about a small airplane that landed badly,nose wheel wouldn't lock.
I didn't want to derail her thread so here goes,what trip stands out in your memories as the one that
tried to kill you.
A couple years back Feb 2013 if I remember right,I went on a short hop from OKC to St Luis Mo.
There were four of us in a small four seater trainer.For those that don't know about planes,that's
a very tight fit for three people let alone four grown men.On the way back about 7:30 pm or mayhap
a bit later.I'm snoozing in the back because it's pitch black outside except the lights on the ground.
And they get pretty boring after about an hour.Anyway,I'm snoozing away when I wake up to hear
the pilot telling my friend that we needed to land.I tap him on the shoulder and asked "Are we having
issues?".He then informed me that the wings were iceing up and we needed to find a landing field
fairly quickly. Ok,,,I went back to sleep.We did put down in Kansas at a small strip outside Emporia,
I think.There was a courtisy car beside the office and we used it to run into a hotel for the night.
The next morning as we sat down to breakfast,the pilot asked me"what gives,I tell you the wings
are iceing up and we have to land.And you go back to sleep?" My response " Did you think I was going
out with my Bic to thaw them?"
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Post by simnettpratt on Sept 19, 2017 23:19:14 GMT -5
That's awesome. Was it a Cherokee or a Skyhawk?
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Post by beardedmi on Sept 20, 2017 20:12:48 GMT -5
Only one really stands out and it was a college trip. My roommate had an interview on a friday in florida. It was wednesday night. We live in michigan, its a 20ish hr drive. We made the trip down in 18. I drove 12 of those. My roommate and another buddy drove 6 total. We arrive check into hotel and I crash out for the night. Interview goes okish its a bad deal we load up and I drive to georgia and we swap drivers, we barely make it through atlanta cuz moron roommate is falling asleep at the wheel in 75 mph traffic and I wake up when hr swerves back into ourblane from the shoulder.We switch drivers and I drive us the 9 hrs to dayton and tell moron and company to wake me up if they get tired. We make it to within 2 hrs and I ended up driving the last leg because dumb and dumber are narcoleptic in the car.. again. Needless to say I didnt travel with dingus and dumbass driving ever again.
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Post by Lady Margaret on Sept 20, 2017 21:43:52 GMT -5
Lady Margaret started a thread about a small airplane that landed badly,nose wheel wouldn't lock. I didn't want to derail her thread so here goes,what trip stands out in your memories as the one that tried to kill you. A couple years back Feb 2013 if I remember right,I went on a short hop from OKC to St Luis Mo. There were four of us in a small four seater trainer.For those that don't know about planes,that's a very tight fit for three people let alone four grown men.On the way back about 7:30 pm or mayhap a bit later.I'm snoozing in the back because it's pitch black outside except the lights on the ground. And they get pretty boring after about an hour.Anyway,I'm snoozing away when I wake up to hear the pilot telling my friend that we needed to land.I tap him on the shoulder and asked "Are we having issues?".He then informed me that the wings were iceing up and we needed to find a landing field fairly quickly. Ok,,,I went back to sleep.We did put down in Kansas at a small strip outside Emporia, I think.There was a courtisy car beside the office and we used it to run into a hotel for the night. The next morning as we sat down to breakfast,the pilot asked me"what gives,I tell you the wings are iceing up and we have to land.And you go back to sleep?" My response " Did you think I was going out with my Bic to thaw them?"
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Post by Matthew on Sept 21, 2017 17:48:47 GMT -5
That's awesome. Was it a Cherokee or a Skyhawk? Hell as far as I knew it was a"Chicken of the sea" sardine tin. I left out that the Freeze line was supposed to be at 2500 feet.We got down to around 1550-1700 feet before it stopped building ice.And for those that don't know,altitude is measured from sea level,Kansas is mostly around 1200 feet above sea level. So as we were passing lower than the radio and cell towers in some places,the pilot figured we should go ahead and land.Before we looked like that car in the other thread. |
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Post by simnettpratt on Sept 21, 2017 18:54:02 GMT -5
Yeah, in a small GA piston single like that, ice'll kill you pretty quickly. Not only is water heavy, the accumulation on the wings screws up their aerodynamics. You got two choices, immediately make a 180 to go where the ice wasn't, gambling that it still isn't, or get the hell on the ground now. You have minutes, not hours. Serious situation, brother, glad you didn't MR2 one of those towers.
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Post by Matthew on Sept 21, 2017 22:47:41 GMT -5
I they would have let me smoke would have better.But since they were all non-smokers I
had to wait until we got to the hotel.Standing outside in the dark with my pipe and the
hotel receptionist,we in creased the air polution a few numbers.But seriously,it was
priceless the look on the old boy's face.I'm calmly eating my eggs and bacon and he's
worrying over what didn't happen.
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Post by Matthew on Sept 22, 2017 16:11:23 GMT -5
Only one really stands out and it was a college trip. My roommate had an interview on a friday in florida. It was wednesday night. We live in michigan, its a 20ish hr drive. We made the trip down in 18. I drove 12 of those. My roommate and another buddy drove 6 total. We arrive check into hotel and I crash out for the night. Interview goes okish its a bad deal we load up and I drive to georgia and we swap drivers, we barely make it through atlanta cuz moron roommate is falling asleep at the wheel in 75 mph traffic and I wake up when hr swerves back into ourblane from the shoulder.We switch drivers and I drive us the 9 hrs to dayton and tell moron and company to wake me up if they get tired. We make it to within 2 hrs and I ended up driving the last leg because dumb and dumber are narcoleptic in the car.. again. Needless to say I didnt travel with dingus and dumbass driving ever again. Having been on many long road trips,I can identify with you. But I can't sleep when someone else is driving.I prefer to be the driver and can hold my lane for up to 20 hours straight. My wife on the other hand can only deal with about eight hours, driving or passenger so we tend to break out trips into short streches so we can enjoy the ride.Several years ago we were traveling to Mission,Tx from OKC.About 10-15 miles south of Ft Worth,there was an accident on I-35 south and we had to detour around it.When we managed to get back on the service road next to the interstate,we could see the workers who were "cleaning up" the mess.At least 25 firemen and hazmat, and DOT workers all lined up together for a photo shoot.Best laugh I had the whole trip. |
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Post by beardedmi on Sept 22, 2017 18:22:23 GMT -5
This was before I learned other people I know drive like morons. Now the only person I can sleep while riding with is my old man and when that ends so does my sleeping in cars.
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Post by simnettpratt on Sept 22, 2017 20:46:30 GMT -5
"Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?" - George Carlin
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Post by Ronv69 on Sept 22, 2017 21:18:40 GMT -5
I had been working for 106 hours one week in 1971, and I fell asleep at the wheel and hit a semi head on. I was driving a brand new 1971 T-Bird and listening to the easy listening station KYN 92.5 FM on my way to Victoria Texas. I got as far as Ganado, unless you count the hospital in Edna. This is when I came to understand the theory that every time something significant happens, the universe splits itself and spins off a new dimension or reality. We never die in our own reality until we are ready. The left front tire of the T-Bird was under the right rear seat. The people that saw the wreck insisted that I died there. I am undecided.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2017 22:02:25 GMT -5
I had been working for 106 hours one week in 1971, and I fell asleep at the wheel and hit a semi head on. I was driving a brand new 1971 T-Bird and listening to the easy listening station KYN 92.5 FM on my way to Victoria Texas. I got as far as Ganado, unless you count the hospital in Edna. This is when I came to understand the theory that every time something significant happens, the universe splits itself and spins off a new dimension or reality. We never die in our own reality until we are ready. The left front tire of the T-Bird was under the right rear seat. The people that saw the wreck insisted that I died there. I am undecided. Ya know, if you would have floated that by me after a half bottle of Redemption Rye yesterday that one might have flown. If I find out there's another "me" in some alternate universe who didn't break his neck and legs and doesn't have RA I think I'd want to punch the jerk. |
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Post by Matthew on Sept 23, 2017 1:00:07 GMT -5
I had been working for 106 hours one week in 1971, and I fell asleep at the wheel and hit a semi head on. I was driving a brand new 1971 T-Bird and listening to the easy listening station KYN 92.5 FM on my way to Victoria Texas. I got as far as Ganado, unless you count the hospital in Edna. This is when I came to understand the theory that every time something significant happens, the universe splits itself and spins off a new dimension or reality. We never die in our own reality until we are ready. The left front tire of the T-Bird was under the right rear seat. The people that saw the wreck insisted that I died there. I am undecided. I've come to believe that reality,like taste,is subjective.That those few times when we meet with some one who is in agreement with us,it is only due to a slight converngence of the energy streams and will soon pass unnoticed.The collision or particules is what we call a debate or an argument.As evidence I present my reality and my wife's.My reality is quite usually wrong and her's is right.So in order to prevent all out Thermal-Nuclear catastrophy, I have learned the only correct answer in the universe,,,"Yes Dear".  |
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Post by Ronv69 on Sept 23, 2017 7:53:32 GMT -5
David, Matthew :
It's a serious scientific theory, unproven as of yet, but having to do with quantum mechanics I think.
My brain can't handle the details.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2017 9:56:02 GMT -5
I try to smarten up on Quantum Mechanics, but it does give me a headache after a while. Sometimes shows like "The Universe" explain it fairly well. Sometimes they don't.
We're all holograms anyway, sez the latest theory. If that is the case then someone did create us.
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Post by Matthew on Sept 23, 2017 10:39:11 GMT -5
I try to smarten up on Quantum Mechanics, but it does give me a headache after a while. Sometimes shows like "The Universe" explain it fairly well. Sometimes they don't. We're all holograms anyway, sez the latest theory. If that is the case then someone did create us. Quantum Mechanics is like string cheese,hmmm,I think I might have some of that!! Wait,,,Quantum Mechanics is more like Fruit Loops,,,,,Dang it now y'all have done got me hungry !! I don't have a clue about QM,so I'll just get me a bowl and watch Captain Kirk. Fasinating. |
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Post by simnettpratt on Sept 23, 2017 12:41:23 GMT -5
My favorite book on Quantum Mechanics ever is The Quantum Universe by Tony Hey and Patrick Walters. They've been updating it and coming out with new editions since 1987; I've had several and all are superb. One of my later editions added a chapter on quantum computers, for example. Highly, highly, highly recommended. No mathematics, just the concepts and proof. The different editions range in price from $5 to $200, but here's a link on Amazon to the 2004 edition, which you can get used for $5.49. If you are at all interested, it will be the best five bucks you've ever spent. www.amazon.com/Quantum-Universe |
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Post by Matthew on Sept 23, 2017 16:45:28 GMT -5
Just for kicks to get back on topic.1981,I was driving home from Ft Campbell,y
to OKC in a 1974 Chevy Monte Carlo.Black roof and body,black interior.350 with a
quadrajet carb.You could punch it and the front end sucked down about 4 inches.
That car would fly ! Anywho,it's about 2am,'m about half way between Mephis and
Little Rock,when it sounds like a helicopter lands on my roof.I'm cruising around
90 mph,so first thought is Highway patrol air has got me.I rolled down the window
and looked up,bad thing to do at 90 and with a cigarette.No bird,but I can clearly
tell I have a flat.Drivers front tire is shredding around my ears.Car never swerved,
or lost control.Just pulled off like I was doing 20.It's pitch balck no lights,moon,or
stars.I'm trying to get the car jacked up and the lugs loosened,when this van pulls
in behind me.I hear a lot of fussing and a bit of clanging.I'm getting pysched up
for a roadside deatmatch.This guy,about 100 years old wheels his cair up beside me
and say's,"I aint good for much else,But I can hold a Light !". I could have kissed
him.
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Post by Ronv69 on Sept 23, 2017 19:05:26 GMT -5
My wife and I were going to a movie in 77 in her Civic. Heard a noise that sounded like a flat tire. Pulled off on the shoulder and got out in time to see the helicopter.
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Post by oldcajun123 on Sept 23, 2017 20:15:45 GMT -5
In Norfolk hospital in early 60s recouping from a wound, got a pass, had bought a Monza Spyder with my hazardous pay, got a couple of recoups and away to Washington DC we go, stopped at a bird perch juke joint, it was on a hill, back end about 25 ft down a gully held up by it looked like a telephone pole, went in bought rounds for everybody , was in uniform and they love uniforms. Went to the head to take a leak and in bounced a very pretty girl, said Hey Honey, sat down and started to take a whiz, she said Hey Honey you got to button all them buttons. No Mam I just button the tops, she said I know it's fast in an emergency . Seems like it was a his/hers head. Got in the Monza and decided to wring it out, at 110 mph I heard a siren, finally pulled over not much room on those little highways in West Virginia. Trooper says how fast were you going, 110 I say. He looks st my uniform and says where you stationed, Right now Naval hospital , work there he says, no I say recouping , from what he says, I say I got in the way of a bullet and other that that it's classified. He shakes his head, says Damn son, I'm gonna let you go, but don't get killed in my patch. Shook his hand, said thank you, left and about 10 miles down the road 110mph again, Damn youth is good.
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Post by oldcajun123 on Sept 23, 2017 20:16:03 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2017 23:05:21 GMT -5
Most of my stories are summed up in my diary as Tales Too Terrible To Tell
This one rings sweet, though. Back in 93 Xuan and I drove from StL to California. Had a flat in the desert, somewhere past Barstow. The donut in the boot was flat. Had no clue. Everyone told me I was a fool to bring my .45, .380, twenty bottles of wine in a cooler, and an idiot handheld CB. The CB got us help. In the meantime, while working on the car, the wife got some stuff out of the luggage and rolled it for a pillow for my knees. I brought the guns to shoot wayward rattlers. I didn't see any. I got plenty use of the wine and the CB saved the day. Guy took us to Barstow and we bought a tire and then he took us back to the car. Xuan has always been my lucky charm, one I am often not deserving of
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Post by Matthew on Sept 24, 2017 1:24:26 GMT -5
Country/small town folk are what makes this country great.I left out of Oklahoma in Sept 1981 headed for Ft Campbell.
I had just finished Basic Training and AIT, a couple weeks leave and I was going to my job.I had my rout planned out.
I would take I-40 to Memphis then a state highway up and across to Clarksville.Thus not have to deal with Nashville.
I got as far as Brownsville,Tn and seemed to have lost the state highway.It dropped to a two lane with no shoulder
and I mistook it for a sidestreet.I stopped at a local diner for directions.I had all of 5 dollars left for gas money.
The waitress took a look at my haircut,asked how long I'ld been in the service.She then told me to sit down and she'ld
get me a sandwich.I told her I didn't have the cash for lunch but if she'ld point in the right direction I could get
to the base before dark.She told that getting in before dark was not a problem,she said I only had a couple more hours
drive time.She then told me I wasn't leaving without eating,planted me in a chair and fed me a sandwich and pie.She then
gave me directions back to I-40 and assured me that getting thru Nashville was easier than the back roads.Old boy in
the back laughed an told me I was lucky,she got hold of him and just kept him.
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Post by Robert Perkins on Sept 28, 2017 8:21:17 GMT -5
My Wife's 60-ish-year-old Uncle is really big into Indigenous culture: sweat lodges, ceremonies, art, you name it.
So he was doing his stint at the wheel on a trip from Houston, Tx, to Jerez, Zacatecas, Mexico, and I noticed that he was driving a little ... crazy.
We were on a two-lane highway, and he was barreling up the middle of the highway doing about 90 mph, cars zippering to either side to let us through.
This isn't all that unusual in Mexico, actually, except that you don't usually pull this move in the dark.
So after a half hour of white knuckles for everyone in the car, somebody finally asked him what was the big rush.
And he came to his senses, slowed down to something reasonable, and started honoring the two-lane concept again.
And then he made us all privy to the fact that he took some peyote before we started off on the drive so it wouldn't be quite so boring.
At the next rest stop, I got behind the wheel and drove the remaining 15 hours myself.
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Post by Matthew on Sept 28, 2017 8:52:20 GMT -5
My Wife's 60-ish-year-old Uncle is really big into Indigenous culture: sweat lodges, ceremonies, art, you name it. So he was doing his stint at the wheel on a trip from Houston, Tx, to Jerez, Zacatecas, Mexico, and I noticed that he was driving a little ... crazy. We were on a two-lane highway, and he was barreling up the middle of the highway doing about 90 mph, cars zippering to either side to let us through. This isn't all that unusual in Mexico, actually, except that you don't usually pull this move in the dark. So after a half hour of white knuckles for everyone in the car, somebody finally asked him what was the big rush. And he came to his senses, slowed down to something reasonable, and started honoring the two-lane concept again. And then he made us all privy to the fact that he took some peyote before we started off on the drive so it wouldn't be quite so boring. At the next rest stop, I got behind the wheel and drove the remaining 15 hours myself. So,Did he ever tell you what he was running from?Or to? I could use some of that stuff next time I have to go to my Mother-in-Laws. |
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Post by Robert Perkins on Sept 28, 2017 8:59:31 GMT -5
So,Did he ever tell you what he was running from?Or to? I could use some of that stuff next time I have to go to my Mother-in-Laws. Hehehe. Yeah, the next time I see him, I will have to ask him where he was going on his Spirit Journey. |
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