Dumb, dumb, DUMB idea. I've been on board an Airbus that bluescreened both the primary and backup flight directors. Being fly-by-wire it was bad enough that NO ONE WAS FLYING THE PLANE for over three minutes. No imagine that happening and the pilots can't even see out of the damn plane?

South Carolina ...

After he invented the Boogie Board (while living in Kailua-Kona) Tom Morey, who is an aeronautical engineer by trade, was working on Wing-In-Ground-Effect vehicles. I got to work on his full-size prototype (single seat, Aero-Vee engine)up to initial test flights at the old Kona airport. It flew, but had control…

Aided in finding scofflaws by their trusty Geo Tracker!

True dat, nor I about them, personally. Just their actions.

I disagree, driving in even moderate traffic at those speed differentials, amongst drivers of unknown skill levels, that have no fucking idea what is going down around them makes ALL the participants douchebags. Just because you're rich doesn't exempt you from reasonable norms. Well, maybe in our plutocracy, it does…

You can depend(s) on a Honda!

Nuttin' wrong with the Toyobaru that a Sawzall cant fix, cut the roof off it.

Living in Kailua-Kona, HI I have been whining for many, many posts on this site decrying the lack of these 'beach cars'

We flew our Airknocker in every state west of the Mississippi, except Alaska and Hawaii (and a couple east as well). All NORDO, no GPS, navigation by pilotage from paper charts with E6B, scale, and Mark I eyeballs.

Got one posted below of our Champ, want more personal 'little airplanes'?

From the other end of the aviation spectrum. Flycamping around the west, myself and lovely wife Kapalili and out trusty '47 Aeronca 7AC Champ, 'Buddy', named after my Dad.

How do we share our pics?

When my Dad was a B-29 command pilot we got a family transfer to Clark AFB, in thePhilippines. I WAS 10, and I got to ride with Dad and his crew from the ramp out to the run-up pad at the end of the runway. I rode back to ops in the follow-me Jeep. Try THAT in today's Air Force.

B-52, aka BUFF (Big Ugly Fat Fucker) bombing things and people into oblivion since 1953 or so.

Yeah, life and death are like that. One minute you're here, then you're not.

As long as your partner was consensual, I would say you are a full member ... Heh, heh, heh, I said 'member'.

I hate to disillusion all you nice folks in the back of the bus, but you are all referring to associate membership. In order to become a certified 'Mile High Club' member, one of the participants (or participantless, as the case may be) must be at the controls of the aircraft. Either actively manipulating the controls…

Drat, someone already claimed my 'Champion' of weird (didja see what I did there?), so I'll resurrect Tucker instead, or maybe Stout, or Duesenberg, or ...

I learned at about 11 years old on my uncle's ranch in Texas, in a WWII surplus Jeep. From there advanced to my granddads '47 Dodge 1 1/2 ton beet truck at the ripe old age of 14. We had to be able to back it into the corral, turn around and back out again all on the mirrors before he would let us drive forwards.