Training....Dysart, Qld 2005

[russ]

Day 1 sunday 26th November.....early am

last day saturday 3rd December.......early am

That's 7 days straight..........possible to introduce others to gyros at the same time.....[ intro only ]

interested........let me know [ here, or ph.....0418276747 ]

[BeefBear]

Head south......

[luke]

RUSS.........what about me mate

[russ]

Head south......



stop bopin around yar tosser.........I'm tryin to get me Xhairs between your eyes :peace:

[BeefBear]

Have you gone troppo sport??? I'm not bopping... I'm working.... well sort of working....... welll I was yesterday.......... just before lunch...... or was that the day before.....??? buggered if I can remember .

My oh My its been awfully quiet here. Bones is away making heaps of money, Birdy out dealing with the warm wet weather, Rotor's been keeping an eye on things...... Russell's been under the thumb (again)......and Bob's gone. I think I'll go back drinking again. :beer:

Ted

[russ]

Must admit....when she says jump.........I say how high :peace:

As to "bones" makin heaps of money......nar don't think so. Last I heard he was at hoody;s suposedly helping him do sum fencin......now that'll be a laugh
Besides he eats so much, hoody will be charging him for the tucker, so bones will be ernin bugger all.
Who's this "bob" guy we lost ??????
My excuse for bein away......changed my mail address, therefore could'nt get back on till rotor done his thingo. :cheers:

[BeefBear]

Maybe we should ban that icon....

Ted

[russ]

" Dysart" this saturday, for 7 days trainin

Hey Ted................just up the track from you, be there. Just an arvo drive.........aye [bring the rum]

LOL :silvia:

[BeefBear]

Russell, Thanks for the invite but...... laying pavers this weekend, and setting up for a new tank stand. Besides I've got the missus a full time job just supplying the beers. Now we don't want to upset this new work agreement do we????


Ted

[BeefBear]

Righto, listen up folks. I claim no editorial rights or privileges for this insert. The isolation and whatever has got to Russ and he asked me to pos tthis on his behalf. Any comments should be directed to his lordship.

"Dysart"...............somewhere in Queeeensland

Qantas darwin to cairns, stopover 1 hr. Then to townsville, meetng hoody at the agreed time..............20 mins waiting........no hoody. Owt comes phone......hoody where are you, sorry russ, had to go back to charters, forgot to drop off a set of keys, be back to you in bowt 1 hr.......[ tosser]
Ok so I've got some time to fill in............luv it............geez hang on, a good looker wants to strike up some conversation with me..........mmmmmmmmmmmm lay it on bro. Seriously thinkin, bugger hoody, this chic is a dream. Tellin her I owned a sheep station also a cattle station seemed to impress her somewhat. Then her lift arrived, then I was on me lonesome again............bugger .
Up rocks hoody.............SORRY mate..............toss me gear into the bak of the toyota, off we goes......bowt 6 hr drive he says. Along the way we stop at some roadhouse, water, tucker etc. Just as I'm payin at the counter, hoody drops a pack of "NODOZE" in front of me..............SHIT I blurt...........that's it, I'm driving. It's OK he says, just got em incase. So for the rest of the trip my eyes don't leave the road. Rock into dysart, pull owt the phone, call up clint, his missis answers, tells us to wait there she will pick us up. Missis arrives sees hoody's gyro on the back of the toyota..............SHYTE she says, you fly that [ it's a bit ugly, the gyro], then we follow her to the house.

The next 7 days was 15.........25 kts blustering x winds............real good for newbies, bloody bewdyfull............like hell

Bowt day 2 we decide to go for a nite tour of the mine site, see the big gear working..........no bosses about, suits the shift workers better. Clints missis driving me and hoody out to meet clint who was on niteshift that nite, OK she needs to do a u turn in town, slows down, wips the steering wheel around........shit, we mount the kerb, back down onto the road...........she's as cool as. A bit further down another road we come to a "T" section, need to turn rite here, but hang on we is going TOO FAST I'm thinkin...........no worryies mate, she goes straight through, under a lite pole strainer wire, misses all sorts of things, back onto the road...............that;s it................I reef on the bloody handbrake.............darl..........I'm driving or I'm walking..........non negotiable..............I drove there and back..................bloody hell

Bowt day 3 we decide to eat dinner at the bowls club, get all spruced up........eatin,drinkin, playin pool, havin good time. Up rocks this good lookin chic and joins our group. Yea rite, the lads are lineing up doin their best to impress........uno. Then hoody reckins it's his turn to give it a go........as cool as, he says to this chic........he's looking for a new ride on dishwasher back at his property, would she be interested...............you guess the rest

Another day we decide to return for a counter lunch..........in we rock, Hoody takes 2 steps in, then the barmaid ups him for wearing his hat in the club.

Another day we decide to fly over to hoody's parents property, bowt 50 mins flite time, clint flys me there, hoody flys me back. OK coming back at bowt 1600 ft we fly real close to some coal mine pit, having a good look we is, when next thing the bloody sky is going black as..........shit goin every where............the bloody mine had just let off a bloody great explosion, and we is there. Luckily no damages..............geez

Day 6, clint goes solo............flying real good, does bowt 1 hr solo, doing circuts etc etc.
Day 7, clint solo again...........after bowt 45 mins the winds were really picking up, me.........Im wishing clint was back on the ground now.........but no, he keeps going, winds getting more and more honkey, finally decides enough is enough.........has abowt 3 goes at setting it down cross wind style.........no good. Me ..........I'm now real twitchy, coz the winds are not good........getting worse by the minute. The lad then decides that a different landing style is required.........me.........I'm a spectator here.............NERVIOUS. So in he comes on approach to land across the strip...........into direct wind..........he absolutely creams it.............couldn't shut him up for hrs.

Same day we pull hoodys gyro out, I'm going to give it a test flite, then maybe send him off solo...........OK hoody, climb in and taxy it over to the runway, I will walk over, meet you there. I get bowt half way there, hear hoody reving the ring out of it, then I hear !@#$%^&*( hoody is not happy. Returning I see the nosewheel all bent up.....stuffed...........got bogged, then bent etc................no solo for hoody

Next day we load up, head back to charters towers, stayin the nite with bones. Get there, eat,drink,yap, go to bed. Next morn stagger out, cup of tea, sit outside...........hey bones, givus a demo of your new gyro........rite he says, me and hoody reposition our chairs to watch. Bones takes off, and we watch im disappear into the yonder..........just a bloody spec. Returns bowt 10 mins latter, lands.............finished................tosser

Latter in the morn we drive me to townsville airport.............seeya boys, in I go. Pass me onboard bags to be xrayed etc. I walk through the other bizo.........bells go off.........excuse me sir, are you carrying anything metal...............NO. Through again I go..............bells go off again, shit..........excuse me sir, are you sure...........YES. Can you please take off your shoes............WAT THE..........OK. Walk through again........no bells.........buggered if I know

Townsville to Cairns...........stop over, then to Darwin [ that's gods country to you tossers] in the arms of me lover by 9pm..........2nd bang was the front door closing...............nite all


Ted

[BeefBear]

I'm going to ring that there mine and tell them to up the powder in the next bang. Fancy missing the Itinerent at such close range.


:pistoles:

[hoody]

steady there beefy boy i was in it too.

that russ can tell a good story, seems he forgot the real interesting bits.

like his first words to kelly before being introduced, she says "follow me" rus yells out from the other side of the car " id follow you to the end of the earth baby". tosser!

in red rooster on the way home he keeps winging that the air con is makin him to cold, finaly he gets served and once more claims at the top of his voice "ive gone all stiff"

i just added "first time in twenty years" and the whole shop was in histerics. the chick behind the counter couldnt serve coit'y for ages.

[russ]

So.................I feel the cold :shiver:

Yea, well.........mmmmmmmmm.rrrrrrrrrrrr ok.........yea I'de follow her...............fogot bowt that bit :redface:

Must admit, it was a rage.........all 8 days. That bigendon thingo................rock on. Mite get there yet :yikes:

[BeefBear]

Well he's never been the same since the "Goddess" at the servo.

:peace:

[hoody]

i still find it hard to buy this nt shit when russ has actualy been born and bred in qld and seems to want to take a dirt nap here also?

[BeefBear]

Gee Grant, like that is new news. Yes he's a north queensland boy who went astray. and Oh while we are still on talking terms, DON'T fly that gyro until you get further training.

Ted

[russ]

OK.........OK, it's true............many many yrs ago I entered this world at "FNQ".............[ that's true queensland] you southern ones are just warm tasmainians

It's true me and the missis are returning there next year [ Atherton tablelands ]

It's true we are still retaining a house here in the "NT"

It's true we are going to abode in both locations

So I spoze "Gods country" is getin bigger............................geez, this is hard to say..........then again I spoze I could say "Bundy" made me do it.......yea, why not.......... :cheers:

[russ]

Gota call bowt 6pm yesterday from Clint.........the guy that bawt me tandem at dysart

Hey russ................I've flown over here to Mooranbah, just transfered some fuel to the gyro...........mate it's running like a bucket of shit, can't get it to go, can't get back home................HELP

Geez clint @#$%^&* if I know............must be shity fuel you got, drain it , call me back

I hear nothing back, assume all was now OK

Next morning give him a call............all OK mate, you never called back ?????????? shit russ me mobile was dead, I could,nt. So what was the prob.........fuel????????? NO MATE............a spark plug lead had come off, was runnin on 3 cyls only

Don't ya just luv flyin......................never boring..........[ geez, could have been over tiger country..........phew]