Sorry, T-zer, if you are feelin' kind left out here butt yer bud, BB, has outworked ya' today but...

...nevermind all that 'cause I know that you are tryin' the best you can and I don't want that to go unappreciated... OKay???

I was able to to get my pea-shooter dial up to download yer little article about the jet scarin' away the all the bad guys... I was thinkin' that was purdy cool... Of course, the story doesn't have any relationship to Iraq but I enjoyed it non the less 'casue I like airplane stories where folks don't "actually die" (yer term???) but get the crap scared outta 'um so...

... I reckon it was 'bout 35 'er 40 years ago and my brother had gotten his pilot's license and so we were flying over Loudoun County, Va. (which today is as close to a no-fly zone as you can find) an', okay I had flown a lot of Cubs as a kid (no license) with other pilots but never a Cesna with a *yoke*... So we were at 'round 5000 feet and my brother stalls the sumabich... I mean, this thing is like dead... Bells ringin', wings shakin' dead... Then he pushes in the yoke and we are droppin' like a friggin' stone and prolly fall some 4000 feet before he pulls up and lets the air running thru the prop restart the engine... Man, he had me scared outta my head... I thought we was gonna die but I tried to act as if I was all calm during his little ***prank*** (haha) and was watchin' what he was doing...

Bout 15 years ago we were flying in a Cezna 210 (turbo) down to North Carolina and my brother said he needed a quit nap and gave me a heading and told me to just hang on that heading... Now the Cezna 210 usually flies at 'bout 10,000 so the trubo will work but the ceiling was like 5000 feet so we were just below the clouds and here I was with virtually the same danged plane with my brother nodded off in the left seat... Well, what a guy to do??? So I pulled up on the yoke ever so slightly and then the stall bells went off... My brother slept rith thru 'um... So I pushed the yoke in and let the sumabich fall... Soon as I did that my brother woke up and he was quite aggitated.... Oh, life can be so good... "Yer plane, bro" I said as he scambled tofirst figure out that he was awake and second that I'd put us into the same fall that he had put us thru some 20 years earlier... But he pulled it out just the same way... Heck, I coulda pulled us out, too but I just made him sweat...

We haven't talked about that incdent since it happened... I remember him being real pissed at the time but havin' a few laughs over it later that night in some bar...

Well, this ain't got one thing to do with this thread except the link that you, T-Bird, provided brought back that memory and I just thought it was prolly the only time that I'd gettin' 'round to tellin' it so...

Thanks, T-zer, fir the link...

Now back to the slog...

Bobert