Where are the flying cows? I was told there would be flying cows.

Redacted because somebody already made the same joke. So here’s the Airmen of Note playing Cherokee.

Nothin’ mini about that. I approve.

Luck is a major component of photography. But knowing the game, preparation, and location can greatly increase the odds of being lucky. And even with all of that, you are guaranteed to miss shots. There is no photography without regret. But getting a shot like this can make up for many, many misses.

They had to wait until after the Russian GP so Putin wouldn't invade Milton Keynes.

That sentence might have been missed under the final picture. I had to go searching for it.

Chuck Norris did it better.

Many years ago, I read the book Chickenhawk by Robert Mason (a pseudonym) who flew Hueys in Vietnam. He talked a lot about his early helicopter training, and how his instructor would regularly cut the engine without warning so that dealing with an autorotation became second nature.

I plan on getting old, but I sure hope I never get old and fat. That physique is a heart attack waiting to happen.

Ausgezeichnet!

That’s not a bikini, it’s a postage stamp.

And these guys get paid to do this. I’d give my left nut to go up there.

That is very possibly—no, that is—the most thoroughly researched and documented comment I have ever read anywhere in Gawker. I salute you.

Is this better? It’s got a girl, a car and a sandwich (of sorts).

Nice how he checked his own car first. It's all about you, buddy.

Do Some of You People Really Stand Up When You Wipe Your Asses?

Ran when parked.

Me too.