Rambler 1-1

S sorry for the loss, especially at this time of the year.

F-16.

Just got back from skiing followed by fireworks. Good combo. Kinda like BFM followed by 500 pounders. Happy new year! :fans:

whoa... I actually get it! S

I'd be a cougar. Not really outgoing, and most people don't want to get in a fight with me.

some company here is building a setup where you sit in a chair with 3 LCD screens in front. It has X and Y axis motion and HOSAT and all that stuff, but they run about $2000. I just have my old wooden chair that feels like you're sitting in a Martin-Baker.

classic.

whoa... retracting rocket pack? can we say "maintenance nightmare"? looks like something out of that old TV show "Thunderbirds".

Exactly. Also, early fighters were a little on the fragile side, so at high G's and high speeds with all that fuel on board a cannon round or a bunch of machine gun to an essential area under the stresses of combat could bring a plane down.

NEW MiG MASTERS! YEAH!!!!!! boy, am I look'n foreward to those...

can't wait for a Raffie....

ALL RIGHT! some area-88 stuff after all! what a christmas present! how 'bout including the F-8 with shin's skin, eh? some 1 on 5 action?

Yeah, I know the pilot doesn't hear it, but it'd be cool for an external effect, especially in my videos.

Thanks!

bloody funny. "O holy crap... I think I blew my fooooot off..."

HOLD UP!!!!! before you go buy fraps, I suggest you try GameCam or GameCam lite. Fraps didn't work very well for me, so I tried gamecam and it works great. Downlad here ---> http://www.planetgamecam.com/?locid=download . I've made a bunch of videos with it (see my youtube channel http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=flyboyII).

what about a sonic boom sound?

'Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp, Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ. The aircraft were fastened to tiedowns with care, In hopes that come morning, they'd all still be there. The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots, With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots. I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up, And settled down comfortably, resting my butt. When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter, I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter. A voice clearly heard over static and snow, Called for clearance to land at the airport below. He barked his transmission so lively and quick, I'd have sworn that the call sign he used was "St. Nick". I ran to the panel to turn up the lights, The better to welcome this magical flight. He called his position, no room for denial, "St. Nicholas One, turnin' left onto final." And what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a Lockheed-built sleigh, with Pratt-Whitney Reindeer! With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came, As he passed all fixes, he called them by name: "Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun! On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'? While controllers were sittin', and scratchin' their head, They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread, The message they left was both urgent and dour: "When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower." He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking, Then I heard "Left at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking." He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh And stopped on the ramp with a "Ho, ho-ho-ho. " He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk, I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks. His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust. His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale, And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn't inhale. His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly, His boots were as black as a cropduster's belly. He was chubby and plump, like the guys down in stores, And he asked me to "fill it, with some good JP-4." He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump, I knew he was anxious for drainin' the sump. I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work, And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk. He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief, Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief. And I thought as he silently scribed in his log, These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog. He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear, Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, "Clear!" And laying a finger on his push-to-talk, He called up the tower for clearance and squawk. "Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction, Turn right three-two-zero at pilot's discretion" He sped down the runway, the best of the best, "Your traffic's a Grumman, inbound from the west." Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed thru the night, "Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight." -Anonymous This cracked me up. Kinda similar to the Navy version, but different.

really, REALLY nice. Kinda looks like Ferrari 360+ Lambo Diablo+ Countache tail lights+ geometry homework. You could park a Fiat in that tailpipe!

Beauty, eh? The Big V is the only plane I can bomb in with without getting shot up.

awww... how cute!

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I saw Saint Elmo's fire on planes a couple of times, and once me and my dad were flying curcits during twilight and we saw a something come in really fast and really low with no lights on. It zoomed past us at 9 O'clock low, climbed over a hill and dissapeared. We asked the tower what it was and they said that we were the only airborne aircraft within 30 miles of the airport. (*play music from twilight zone*)

"Only football game that matters"? What about our Grey Cup? Jeez.... AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! 38-3! what'd the navy do, call in air support?

well this sucks. I was looking foreward to blowing the bajeebers out of some airfields with the B-52D from the downloads section, but when I tried to start mission, this happened. so I started in the air and the same thing happened. I was in suspended animation. The throttles in the cockpit would move when I throttled up and down, but there was no reading. The plane just sat in the air, invisible and useless. look! anybody have any idea what's going on? I followed the install instructions word for word, but it happens every time. I knew I should have stuck to my fighters........