I used to do work on the aircraft at Newark air museum. spent all day saturday and half of sunday working on the swift during its first resto, was used to jumping on and off the wing, got asked to help out on the shackleton as they where taking the starbord wing tank off, on the wingtip, rope in hand and helped lower the offending article down, turned, jumped and landed on my rear, wasn’t hurt cept my pride but one of the lads said i really ought not have done that as i mignt have landed on a paying customer!!!.
the bruising went after a couple of weeks. guess i was VERY lucky.
another that has stayed quiet till now, when you are pressuretesting a cylinder in a c172 (or any piston type for that matter) and you plug in the airline to the adaptor, make sure the piston is at the bottom of the stroke and not near the top!!!, other wise WOLLOP, i got one dead arm for about 5 mins. lucky me no one saw 😉
Greg
wish i lived closer to dux but am just outside leeds, other wise i’d happily help out there. i drive about 80 miles each way to help my mate with his jet prov project (have started to car share now), and try for at least every second weekend on her. i too used to work on aircraft and have turned a not too well paying job (was only a spanner man/gopher, with no tickets 🙁 ) into a hobby.
best regards.
Greg
i agree Janie, and let normal service resume on this chipmunk thread ;).
Greg.
sorry for the late reply Janie, she kept getting the heels caught in the carpet, those heels were very narrow steel ones, the last time she wore them whilst driving she went for the brake and got caught in the carpet (again) took her foot off the floor and pedal and ( by this time we were getting a bit too close to a parked car) stamped down but got the accelerator, i grabbed the steering wheel and pulled it left and we ended up parked in a hedge. not good, and after that no heels, now she drives with small or wide heels but out of (her) choice prefers to use flat shoes.
best regards.
Greg
amazing, sad but amazing none the less,
thanks for the link.
Greg
its a question of keeping momentum, get your nose down to gain enough airspeed (probably at or exceeding vne) ease back, keep it there and round she’ll go, IF you have enough momentum. big if but possable with the right conditions i suppose.
btw, no marbles left to lose 😮 😀
Greg
i’ll delete it if you want mate, sorry
i’ll delete it if you want mate, sorry
dunno about all that, all i do know is if she’s a mucky lass she’ll have more skid marks that heathrows runways!!!
but i like em mucky. hehehe.
Greg
dunno about all that, all i do know is if she’s a mucky lass she’ll have more skid marks that heathrows runways!!!
but i like em mucky. hehehe.
Greg
first pic,…. NO i said hands on throttle and STICK!!!!!!.
Greg 😉
flying underwear????. has something to do with the angle of the dangle squared by the heat of the beat, iirc 😉
Greg
flying underwear????. has something to do with the angle of the dangle squared by the heat of the beat, iirc 😉
Greg
when in the ATC i had to wear boots whilst flying in chipmunks and ventureT2s, since leaving my hands on flying has been very limited (2X cessna 152, slingsby glider, cherokee, i wore trainers in these with no problems. not much to go on but thats my (very limited) experience.
Greg
methinks the answer to that one may be (and i will probably get shot down big time for this) most instructors are male,and unless there is something seriously wrong with them (apart from loving aviation of course 😉 ) they would never encounter the problems you did in the cub. (and if they did i wager their “other half” 😮 will have had similar trouble) because its a fairly safe bet they didn’t fly in high heels. also they will no doubt have liked looking at their female pupils struggle with the heels, both on the airfield grass and on the pedals. just my honest and probably slightly warped veiws on this.
btw, i taught an ex girlfriend to drive and it took ages for me to persuade her to wear trainers instead of her blimming high heeled boots, it took a very near miss to get it across 🙁
Greg