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Getting my QUIT on!; Day 1, one day at a time
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Topic Started: Jan 24 2014, 06:45 PM (10,212 Views)
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rdad
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Mar 22 2014, 10:13 PM
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Attention all planets of the solar federation......... I have assumed control.....
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- Mar 19, 2014, 7:12 pm
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- grizzlyhasclaws
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Slug, I think your 55 today.... lets hear from you. Give us a story.
Yeah. Come on man. We are due for a classic sluggo tale.
Got the camp fire lit, s'mores are ready to go, come on Uncle Slug tell us a story.
.go, I have the popcorn....come on!
'Popcorn'
Back to the front of the class until you give a story...
'Popcorn' yah, c'mon sluggo we know you have more stories. Lighten up our weekend! :P
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slug.go
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Apr 1 2014, 04:41 PM
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Two quit days behind Mr. Horny
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Sitting here trying to kill time and an eventful weekend comes to mind. Supposed to fly from VA to Pensacola for a weekend airshow. Gorgeous early Summer Friday, we fly a low level route. Get on first point of the route somewhere in Southern NC. Allowed to fly as low as 200', speed can't be supersonic. Fuel isn't too much of an issue, we're only going to be low for 20-30 minutes, then climb up with the airliners for last 2-300 miles. We're boogying along, about 100' (remember when I just said 'as low as 200', that might come to bite your humble scribe), 450 knots or so and it's time to climb up to Mogul's airliner altitude and soar with our new quitter, Airbus Pilot. The instant we begin to climb, a thin black streak shows up right in front of me, the fiberglass nose explodes and I hear and feel a big 'Clunk'. Engine instruments are normal but something isn't quite right and Old Slug.go is puzzled. Other guy, Chub, says something about 'We need to get out of here.' Well, I'm thinking he thinks we need to eject. Fuck, no, you are not! I tell him 'No, stay with the jet.' You never say 'Don't eject', because if the other guy doesn't hear 'Don't', yer fooked. He says, 'I mean we need to get higher, now!' Well, during this exchange we had probably gained 5,000 feet with a 6 G pull so the point was moot. All right, now, what the fuck just happened? We figured we had hit a power line or something, like one of those really big ones you see that are 200' in the air. Radar is dead, because that big CLUNK was the sound of the radar breaking the power line after it blew through the nose. Now radar has 400 knots of wind blowing on it and it's broken. This is getting expensive. OK, can't make it to Pensacola, where is nearest military field...USN/USAF base near ATL. We tell Center we're declaring an emergency, headed to military field. Landing gear indicator shows nose gear not down, well fuck, this is really going to be expensive. Overhead the field another aircraft that was airborne comes up and checks our landing gear out. The guy tells us, in the best Jeff Spicoli voice, 'Dude, you're pretty fucked up'. Nice, is that your professional opinion? But, God loves fools and drunks...landing gear was down. We land, limp our crippled jet to Base Operations. As we're getting out, a Navy Captain in dress uniform walks up to us and says, 'Boys, come with me'. We know we are just fucked. He escorts us to the back of the jet, away from the crowd, looks us right in the eye and says, 'The most important thing for you to do is get your story straight.' Win! 'Sir, we've been working on that for 20 minutes', says Chub. 'Good'. He turns and leaves. After any accident you have to give blood and piss, no problem. Chub, big tough Irish guy, is deathly afraid of needles and PASSES OUT! More good karma, my best man from my wedding lives in Atlanta and he picks us up and houses us for the night. We need to start drinking, before reality sets in. We go to a bar called 'Beer Mug', Chub hooks with some chick. He claims he took her out to the parking lot and did her doggy style over the hood of my friend's car, a Ford. We start calling her 'droF' when she finally came back in, because ford backwards is what is probably pressed into her stomach. Remember that 200' thing? Well we were at 100', if not lower, but the actual altitude of the power line we hit (in a climb) was 205'. The fact we were in a climb never came out of the investigation. I would survive to fuck up again. God loves fools and drunks.
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Apr 1 2014, 06:17 PM
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Love these stories Slug. I certainly can say that I have not lived life on the edge quite like you; much respect. However we have both lived on the edge of life when it comes to the nic bitch. We also are saving our lives the same, ODAAT EDD.
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Apr 1 2014, 06:22 PM
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Sitting here trying to kill time and an eventful weekend comes to mind. Supposed to fly from VA to Pensacola for a weekend airshow. Gorgeous early Summer Friday, we fly a low level route. Get on first point of the route somewhere in Southern NC. Allowed to fly as low as 200', speed can't be supersonic. Fuel isn't too much of an issue, we're only going to be low for 20-30 minutes, then climb up with the airliners for last 2-300 miles. We're boogying along, about 100' (remember when I just said 'as low as 200', that might come to bite your humble scribe), 450 knots or so and it's time to climb up to Mogul's airliner altitude and soar with our new quitter, Airbus Pilot. The instant we begin to climb, a thin black streak shows up right in front of me, the fiberglass nose explodes and I hear and feel a big 'Clunk'. Engine instruments are normal but something isn't quite right and Old Slug.go is puzzled. Other guy, Chub, says something about 'We need to get out of here.' Well, I'm thinking he thinks we need to eject. Fuck, no, you are not! I tell him 'No, stay with the jet.' You never say 'Don't eject', because if the other guy doesn't hear 'Don't', yer fooked. He says, 'I mean we need to get higher, now!' Well, during this exchange we had probably gained 5,000 feet with a 6 G pull so the point was moot. All right, now, what the fuck just happened? We figured we had hit a power line or something, like one of those really big ones you see that are 200' in the air. Radar is dead, because that big CLUNK was the sound of the radar breaking the power line after it blew through the nose. Now radar has 400 knots of wind blowing on it and it's broken. This is getting expensive. OK, can't make it to Pensacola, where is nearest military field...USN/USAF base near ATL. We tell Center we're declaring an emergency, headed to military field. Landing gear indicator shows nose gear not down, well fuck, this is really going to be expensive. Overhead the field another aircraft that was airborne comes up and checks our landing gear out. The guy tells us, in the best Jeff Spicoli voice, 'Dude, you're pretty fucked up'. Nice, is that your professional opinion? But, God loves fools and drunks...landing gear was down. We land, limp our crippled jet to Base Operations. As we're getting out, a Navy Captain in dress uniform walks up to us and says, 'Boys, come with me'. We know we are just fucked. He escorts us to the back of the jet, away from the crowd, looks us right in the eye and says, 'The most important thing for you to do is get your story straight.' Win! 'Sir, we've been working on that for 20 minutes', says Chub. 'Good'. He turns and leaves. After any accident you have to give blood and piss, no problem. Chub, big tough Irish guy, is deathly afraid of needles and PASSES OUT! More good karma, my best man from my wedding lives in Atlanta and he picks us up and houses us for the night. We need to start drinking, before reality sets in. We go to a bar called 'Beer Mug', Chub hooks with some chick. He claims he took her out to the parking lot and did her doggy style over the hood of my friend's car, a Ford. We start calling her 'droF' when she finally came back in, because ford backwards is what is probably pressed into her stomach. Remember that 200' thing? Well we were at 100', if not lower, but the actual altitude of the power line we hit (in a climb) was 205'. The fact we were in a climb never came out of the investigation. I would survive to fuck up again. God loves fools and drunks.
Damn. I think I would have to clean out my drawers after that!
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Apr 1 2014, 06:48 PM
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- Apr 1, 2014, 5:22 pm
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Sitting here trying to kill time and an eventful weekend comes to mind. Supposed to fly from VA to Pensacola for a weekend airshow. Gorgeous early Summer Friday, we fly a low level route. Get on first point of the route somewhere in Southern NC. Allowed to fly as low as 200', speed can't be supersonic. Fuel isn't too much of an issue, we're only going to be low for 20-30 minutes, then climb up with the airliners for last 2-300 miles. We're boogying along, about 100' (remember when I just said 'as low as 200', that might come to bite your humble scribe), 450 knots or so and it's time to climb up to Mogul's airliner altitude and soar with our new quitter, Airbus Pilot. The instant we begin to climb, a thin black streak shows up right in front of me, the fiberglass nose explodes and I hear and feel a big 'Clunk'. Engine instruments are normal but something isn't quite right and Old Slug.go is puzzled. Other guy, Chub, says something about 'We need to get out of here.' Well, I'm thinking he thinks we need to eject. Fuck, no, you are not! I tell him 'No, stay with the jet.' You never say 'Don't eject', because if the other guy doesn't hear 'Don't', yer fooked. He says, 'I mean we need to get higher, now!' Well, during this exchange we had probably gained 5,000 feet with a 6 G pull so the point was moot. All right, now, what the fuck just happened? We figured we had hit a power line or something, like one of those really big ones you see that are 200' in the air. Radar is dead, because that big CLUNK was the sound of the radar breaking the power line after it blew through the nose. Now radar has 400 knots of wind blowing on it and it's broken. This is getting expensive. OK, can't make it to Pensacola, where is nearest military field...USN/USAF base near ATL. We tell Center we're declaring an emergency, headed to military field. Landing gear indicator shows nose gear not down, well fuck, this is really going to be expensive. Overhead the field another aircraft that was airborne comes up and checks our landing gear out. The guy tells us, in the best Jeff Spicoli voice, 'Dude, you're pretty fucked up'. Nice, is that your professional opinion? But, God loves fools and drunks...landing gear was down. We land, limp our crippled jet to Base Operations. As we're getting out, a Navy Captain in dress uniform walks up to us and says, 'Boys, come with me'. We know we are just fucked. He escorts us to the back of the jet, away from the crowd, looks us right in the eye and says, 'The most important thing for you to do is get your story straight.' Win! 'Sir, we've been working on that for 20 minutes', says Chub. 'Good'. He turns and leaves. After any accident you have to give blood and piss, no problem. Chub, big tough Irish guy, is deathly afraid of needles and PASSES OUT! More good karma, my best man from my wedding lives in Atlanta and he picks us up and houses us for the night. We need to start drinking, before reality sets in. We go to a bar called 'Beer Mug', Chub hooks with some chick. He claims he took her out to the parking lot and did her doggy style over the hood of my friend's car, a Ford. We start calling her 'droF' when she finally came back in, because ford backwards is what is probably pressed into her stomach. Remember that 200' thing? Well we were at 100', if not lower, but the actual altitude of the power line we hit (in a climb) was 205'. The fact we were in a climb never came out of the investigation. I would survive to fuck up again. God loves fools and drunks.
Damn. I think I would have to clean out my drawers after that!
That's insane. You're a damn ghost.
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Apr 1 2014, 07:13 PM
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- Apr 1, 2014, 4:48 pm
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- Apr 1, 2014, 2:41 pm
Sitting here trying to kill time and an eventful weekend comes to mind. Supposed to fly from VA to Pensacola for a weekend airshow. Gorgeous early Summer Friday, we fly a low level route. Get on first point of the route somewhere in Southern NC. Allowed to fly as low as 200', speed can't be supersonic. Fuel isn't too much of an issue, we're only going to be low for 20-30 minutes, then climb up with the airliners for last 2-300 miles. We're boogying along, about 100' (remember when I just said 'as low as 200', that might come to bite your humble scribe), 450 knots or so and it's time to climb up to Mogul's airliner altitude and soar with our new quitter, Airbus Pilot. The instant we begin to climb, a thin black streak shows up right in front of me, the fiberglass nose explodes and I hear and feel a big 'Clunk'. Engine instruments are normal but something isn't quite right and Old Slug.go is puzzled. Other guy, Chub, says something about 'We need to get out of here.' Well, I'm thinking he thinks we need to eject. Fuck, no, you are not! I tell him 'No, stay with the jet.' You never say 'Don't eject', because if the other guy doesn't hear 'Don't', yer fooked. He says, 'I mean we need to get higher, now!' Well, during this exchange we had probably gained 5,000 feet with a 6 G pull so the point was moot. All right, now, what the fuck just happened? We figured we had hit a power line or something, like one of those really big ones you see that are 200' in the air. Radar is dead, because that big CLUNK was the sound of the radar breaking the power line after it blew through the nose. Now radar has 400 knots of wind blowing on it and it's broken. This is getting expensive. OK, can't make it to Pensacola, where is nearest military field...USN/USAF base near ATL. We tell Center we're declaring an emergency, headed to military field. Landing gear indicator shows nose gear not down, well fuck, this is really going to be expensive. Overhead the field another aircraft that was airborne comes up and checks our landing gear out. The guy tells us, in the best Jeff Spicoli voice, 'Dude, you're pretty fucked up'. Nice, is that your professional opinion? But, God loves fools and drunks...landing gear was down. We land, limp our crippled jet to Base Operations. As we're getting out, a Navy Captain in dress uniform walks up to us and says, 'Boys, come with me'. We know we are just fucked. He escorts us to the back of the jet, away from the crowd, looks us right in the eye and says, 'The most important thing for you to do is get your story straight.' Win! 'Sir, we've been working on that for 20 minutes', says Chub. 'Good'. He turns and leaves. After any accident you have to give blood and piss, no problem. Chub, big tough Irish guy, is deathly afraid of needles and PASSES OUT! More good karma, my best man from my wedding lives in Atlanta and he picks us up and houses us for the night. We need to start drinking, before reality sets in. We go to a bar called 'Beer Mug', Chub hooks with some chick. He claims he took her out to the parking lot and did her doggy style over the hood of my friend's car, a Ford. We start calling her 'droF' when she finally came back in, because ford backwards is what is probably pressed into her stomach. Remember that 200' thing? Well we were at 100', if not lower, but the actual altitude of the power line we hit (in a climb) was 205'. The fact we were in a climb never came out of the investigation. I would survive to fuck up again. God loves fools and drunks.
Damn. I think I would have to clean out my drawers after that!
That's insane. You're a damn ghost.
Better than "Shades of Grey"....... QLF
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Apr 1 2014, 07:15 PM
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Slug if you would write a romance novel, I think that I would buy a copy.....
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Apr 1 2014, 08:04 PM
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Two quit days behind Mr. Horny
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Slug if you would write a romance novel, I think that I would buy a copy.....
That's disturbing on several levels...
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rdad
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Apr 1 2014, 08:50 PM
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Attention all planets of the solar federation......... I have assumed control.....
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Slug if you would write a romance novel, I think that I would buy a copy.....
That's disturbing on several levels...
Good one slug.go. Thanks!
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Apr 2 2014, 06:32 AM
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A failure to plan is a plan to fail!
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Slug if you would write a romance novel, I think that I would buy a copy.....
That's disturbing on several levels...
Good one slug.go. Thanks!
That's the way to start my day. drof...love it. Going to try and take this day just above the power lines!
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Apr 2 2014, 07:18 PM
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- slug.go
- Apr 1, 2014, 2:41 pm
Sitting here trying to kill time and an eventful weekend comes to mind. Supposed to fly from VA to Pensacola for a weekend airshow. Gorgeous early Summer Friday, we fly a low level route. Get on first point of the route somewhere in Southern NC. Allowed to fly as low as 200', speed can't be supersonic. Fuel isn't too much of an issue, we're only going to be low for 20-30 minutes, then climb up with the airliners for last 2-300 miles. We're boogying along, about 100' (remember when I just said 'as low as 200', that might come to bite your humble scribe), 450 knots or so and it's time to climb up to Mogul's airliner altitude and soar with our new quitter, Airbus Pilot. The instant we begin to climb, a thin black streak shows up right in front of me, the fiberglass nose explodes and I hear and feel a big 'Clunk'. Engine instruments are normal but something isn't quite right and Old Slug.go is puzzled. Other guy, Chub, says something about 'We need to get out of here.' Well, I'm thinking he thinks we need to eject. Fuck, no, you are not! I tell him 'No, stay with the jet.' You never say 'Don't eject', because if the other guy doesn't hear 'Don't', yer fooked. He says, 'I mean we need to get higher, now!' Well, during this exchange we had probably gained 5,000 feet with a 6 G pull so the point was moot. All right, now, what the fuck just happened? We figured we had hit a power line or something, like one of those really big ones you see that are 200' in the air. Radar is dead, because that big CLUNK was the sound of the radar breaking the power line after it blew through the nose. Now radar has 400 knots of wind blowing on it and it's broken. This is getting expensive. OK, can't make it to Pensacola, where is nearest military field...USN/USAF base near ATL. We tell Center we're declaring an emergency, headed to military field. Landing gear indicator shows nose gear not down, well fuck, this is really going to be expensive. Overhead the field another aircraft that was airborne comes up and checks our landing gear out. The guy tells us, in the best Jeff Spicoli voice, 'Dude, you're pretty fucked up'. Nice, is that your professional opinion? But, God loves fools and drunks...landing gear was down. We land, limp our crippled jet to Base Operations. As we're getting out, a Navy Captain in dress uniform walks up to us and says, 'Boys, come with me'. We know we are just fucked. He escorts us to the back of the jet, away from the crowd, looks us right in the eye and says, 'The most important thing for you to do is get your story straight.' Win! 'Sir, we've been working on that for 20 minutes', says Chub. 'Good'. He turns and leaves. After any accident you have to give blood and piss, no problem. Chub, big tough Irish guy, is deathly afraid of needles and PASSES OUT! More good karma, my best man from my wedding lives in Atlanta and he picks us up and houses us for the night. We need to start drinking, before reality sets in. We go to a bar called 'Beer Mug', Chub hooks with some chick. He claims he took her out to the parking lot and did her doggy style over the hood of my friend's car, a Ford. We start calling her 'droF' when she finally came back in, because ford backwards is what is probably pressed into her stomach. Remember that 200' thing? Well we were at 100', if not lower, but the actual altitude of the power line we hit (in a climb) was 205'. The fact we were in a climb never came out of the investigation. I would survive to fuck up again. God loves fools and drunks.
Damn. I think I would have to clean out my drawers after that!
That's insane. You're a damn ghost.
Better than "Shades of Grey"....... QLF
Em, find 'the guy's guide to 50 shades of grey' book online, about 50 pages...hilarious!
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Sitting here trying to kill time and an eventful weekend comes to mind. Supposed to fly from VA to Pensacola for a weekend airshow. Gorgeous early Summer Friday, we fly a low level route. Get on first point of the route somewhere in Southern NC. Allowed to fly as low as 200', speed can't be supersonic. Fuel isn't too much of an issue, we're only going to be low for 20-30 minutes, then climb up with the airliners for last 2-300 miles. We're boogying along, about 100' (remember when I just said 'as low as 200', that might come to bite your humble scribe), 450 knots or so and it's time to climb up to Mogul's airliner altitude and soar with our new quitter, Airbus Pilot. The instant we begin to climb, a thin black streak shows up right in front of me, the fiberglass nose explodes and I hear and feel a big 'Clunk'. Engine instruments are normal but something isn't quite right and Old Slug.go is puzzled. Other guy, Chub, says something about 'We need to get out of here.' Well, I'm thinking he thinks we need to eject. Fuck, no, you are not! I tell him 'No, stay with the jet.' You never say 'Don't eject', because if the other guy doesn't hear 'Don't', yer fooked. He says, 'I mean we need to get higher, now!' Well, during this exchange we had probably gained 5,000 feet with a 6 G pull so the point was moot. All right, now, what the fuck just happened? We figured we had hit a power line or something, like one of those really big ones you see that are 200' in the air. Radar is dead, because that big CLUNK was the sound of the radar breaking the power line after it blew through the nose. Now radar has 400 knots of wind blowing on it and it's broken. This is getting expensive. OK, can't make it to Pensacola, where is nearest military field...USN/USAF base near ATL. We tell Center we're declaring an emergency, headed to military field. Landing gear indicator shows nose gear not down, well fuck, this is really going to be expensive. Overhead the field another aircraft that was airborne comes up and checks our landing gear out. The guy tells us, in the best Jeff Spicoli voice, 'Dude, you're pretty fucked up'. Nice, is that your professional opinion? But, God loves fools and drunks...landing gear was down. We land, limp our crippled jet to Base Operations. As we're getting out, a Navy Captain in dress uniform walks up to us and says, 'Boys, come with me'. We know we are just fucked. He escorts us to the back of the jet, away from the crowd, looks us right in the eye and says, 'The most important thing for you to do is get your story straight.' Win! 'Sir, we've been working on that for 20 minutes', says Chub. 'Good'. He turns and leaves. After any accident you have to give blood and piss, no problem. Chub, big tough Irish guy, is deathly afraid of needles and PASSES OUT! More good karma, my best man from my wedding lives in Atlanta and he picks us up and houses us for the night. We need to start drinking, before reality sets in. We go to a bar called 'Beer Mug', Chub hooks with some chick. He claims he took her out to the parking lot and did her doggy style over the hood of my friend's car, a Ford. We start calling her 'droF' when she finally came back in, because ford backwards is what is probably pressed into her stomach. Remember that 200' thing? Well we were at 100', if not lower, but the actual altitude of the power line we hit (in a climb) was 205'. The fact we were in a climb never came out of the investigation. I would survive to fuck up again. God loves fools and drunks.
Damn. I think I would have to clean out my drawers after that!
That's insane. You're a damn ghost.
Better than "Shades of Grey"....... QLF
Em, find 'the guy's guide to 50 shades of grey' book online, about 50 pages...hilarious!
So...you posted your confession to a very public board? What was that thing about Fools you was talking bout?
Pretty kewl story tho. Fag.
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- Apr 2, 2014, 7:05 pm
- slug.go
- Apr 2, 2014, 7:18 pm
- Emulator
- Apr 1, 2014, 5:13 pm
- grizzlyhasclaws
- Apr 1, 2014, 4:48 pm
- Etxaggie
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- slug.go
- Apr 1, 2014, 2:41 pm
Sitting here trying to kill time and an eventful weekend comes to mind. Supposed to fly from VA to Pensacola for a weekend airshow. Gorgeous early Summer Friday, we fly a low level route. Get on first point of the route somewhere in Southern NC. Allowed to fly as low as 200', speed can't be supersonic. Fuel isn't too much of an issue, we're only going to be low for 20-30 minutes, then climb up with the airliners for last 2-300 miles. We're boogying along, about 100' (remember when I just said 'as low as 200', that might come to bite your humble scribe), 450 knots or so and it's time to climb up to Mogul's airliner altitude and soar with our new quitter, Airbus Pilot. The instant we begin to climb, a thin black streak shows up right in front of me, the fiberglass nose explodes and I hear and feel a big 'Clunk'. Engine instruments are normal but something isn't quite right and Old Slug.go is puzzled. Other guy, Chub, says something about 'We need to get out of here.' Well, I'm thinking he thinks we need to eject. Fuck, no, you are not! I tell him 'No, stay with the jet.' You never say 'Don't eject', because if the other guy doesn't hear 'Don't', yer fooked. He says, 'I mean we need to get higher, now!' Well, during this exchange we had probably gained 5,000 feet with a 6 G pull so the point was moot. All right, now, what the fuck just happened? We figured we had hit a power line or something, like one of those really big ones you see that are 200' in the air. Radar is dead, because that big CLUNK was the sound of the radar breaking the power line after it blew through the nose. Now radar has 400 knots of wind blowing on it and it's broken. This is getting expensive. OK, can't make it to Pensacola, where is nearest military field...USN/USAF base near ATL. We tell Center we're declaring an emergency, headed to military field. Landing gear indicator shows nose gear not down, well fuck, this is really going to be expensive. Overhead the field another aircraft that was airborne comes up and checks our landing gear out. The guy tells us, in the best Jeff Spicoli voice, 'Dude, you're pretty fucked up'. Nice, is that your professional opinion? But, God loves fools and drunks...landing gear was down. We land, limp our crippled jet to Base Operations. As we're getting out, a Navy Captain in dress uniform walks up to us and says, 'Boys, come with me'. We know we are just fucked. He escorts us to the back of the jet, away from the crowd, looks us right in the eye and says, 'The most important thing for you to do is get your story straight.' Win! 'Sir, we've been working on that for 20 minutes', says Chub. 'Good'. He turns and leaves. After any accident you have to give blood and piss, no problem. Chub, big tough Irish guy, is deathly afraid of needles and PASSES OUT! More good karma, my best man from my wedding lives in Atlanta and he picks us up and houses us for the night. We need to start drinking, before reality sets in. We go to a bar called 'Beer Mug', Chub hooks with some chick. He claims he took her out to the parking lot and did her doggy style over the hood of my friend's car, a Ford. We start calling her 'droF' when she finally came back in, because ford backwards is what is probably pressed into her stomach. Remember that 200' thing? Well we were at 100', if not lower, but the actual altitude of the power line we hit (in a climb) was 205'. The fact we were in a climb never came out of the investigation. I would survive to fuck up again. God loves fools and drunks.
Damn. I think I would have to clean out my drawers after that!
That's insane. You're a damn ghost.
Better than "Shades of Grey"....... QLF
Em, find 'the guy's guide to 50 shades of grey' book online, about 50 pages...hilarious!
So...you posted your confession to a very public board? What was that thing about Fools you was talking bout? Pretty kewl story tho. Fag.
Wow now that's an adventure.
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Apr 11 2014, 05:13 PM
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Apr 11 2014, 07:48 PM
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QLF, E14D w/JamesGordon
Don't forget your new buddy, BigNastyDoucheBagFuk.
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