Then suddenly... *swoosh* freedom boner.

Trust me, you generally want 2 pilots if you can. Sharing a workload and getting two sets of eyes on everything more than offsets the <200kg payload.

Yeah, seriously. With the tight budget, I thought there would have been a greater push from full time to NG/Reserve inventories.

The ground troops love any air support, but ask a ground pounder how much of a morale boost it was to nearly literally having a 58 on your shoulder.

I will miss seeing that bird. There was certainly room for improvement in design, but it was a very cost effective war machine. (And it was fun to fly. I love the way tiny birds handle. Because Miata?)

I dunno, if my date rolled up in an RS200 (or any ole group B), a 4C, a Lotus, etc. ... I'd probably want to knock boots.

I mean, I'd want to knock boots anyway, but now more *vigorously*... so... that she is too tired to drive the car... and I get to drive the car.

The Toyota took 'rrr jerbs!

The Bimmers are a bunch of socialists that want to take our guns!

Yeah, I didn't look at the historical TAFs, but I did look at the historical METARS and mentioned it in another post.

Short version: The METARs were like "Crap, crap, and worsening crap."

I didn't know that they made button down shirts that matched my faded picnic tablecloth. Weird.

Like anything else in life, you get dealt a certain hand of cards. You can send a few cards back in and exchange 'em... but some have to stay in your hand. From there, it's just a matter of how you can play the hand.

No man is truly filled with just a single passion. It may feel as though we are though... until you…

I guess the inherent inertia of his mellon would serve as the force. The only obstacle I would come across is fighting the inherent repulsiveness of his personality and initial appearance of his face while I punched him.

I understand bud.

For swimmers, it is kinda fun, and good training. Hell, makes you realize some things you never considered.

We train for this if you can believe it. Dunker school.

haven't seen it but now you gave me something else I need to watch

Wow.

Boondock Saints.

I have never been able to look at that man's face without imagining my fist accelerating towards it, and using his face as the only decelerative force.

This, Snatch, and Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. It's like, the trifecta of farkin-awesomeness.

This makes me so angry that I could just... punch a Piers Morgan right in the face.

... which is pretty much always a solution to my problems.