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1. I have eaten at the so-called "Taco Box" passing though Clovis one day years ago. Seriously. It was alright. 2. They have a Super Walmart, a Golden Corrale, and Bait & Bullets...what else could you possibly want in life? 3. Bait & Bullets looks to be, by far, the most interesting looking place from the photos, in addition to the landscape. 4. At least it's not Cannon...wait, what? Shit... 5. Good times.

Funniest thing (to me) I've read on this board ever! Nicely done.

It's actually measured through a speedometer cable at the transmission output shaft and is geared for whatever rear axle (or transaxle for front wheel drive) ratio and factory tire size you have to be accurate. If you put your car on a chassis dyno (the kind where the whole car gets strapped down), the speedometer will read whatever it should be reading for that gear/RPM. A motorcycle speedometer cable usually goes into the front wheel hub, so on a chassis dyno, the speedo would read zero. With computer control, everything I just said is probably out the window. As for all this plane on a conveyor belt hogwash, I'm sticking to my original beliefs whether they are right or wrong, and I will suffer accordingly. The Mythbusters didn't do it right and it won't fly. Remember: you can't change my mind. It's just easier that way.

Best BS thread idea of 2008, hands down. I don't care what happens in the next 356 days.

I haven't seen it yet, but somebody at work today said the ex-Marine dude, can't remember his name, but between the Marines and American Gladiator, he was a gay porn star. If that's true, that is hilarious.

Rest in peace.

Jill Metzger: We've been waiting for you.

But it does matter for students selecting AFSOC/Rescue assignments. 50 was the cut off in my day. You are 100% correct about the needs of the AF, but if a class is weak overall, AFPC may hold onto the AFSOC assignment until the next round, or use it elsewhere (at a UPT base (rare), crossflow, requal, etc.) But unfortunately, the NSS score is not a truely objective ranking system and says nothing of the quality of pilot the program produced. In fact, the NSS system is retarded. When student A in one squadron flies with some bleeding heart Santa Claus Coastie IP who gives firewall E's in the early rides (when "MIF" is only a Fair), and student B in another squadron flies with a more objective and harder to impress Air Force IP and earns F's, G's, and the occasional E early on - and early on is where the biggest money is made in the NSS - and they meet up at the end of the program to get racked and stacked and pick their destiny, the system has problems. But, like all things Navy...that's the way they do it. I'm sure the Air Force system at whatever UPT base is similar, but it's a lot tighter because I'd be willing to bet IPs in the same flight know how eachother grades and there's more instructor continuity with the students. Whereas Navy, you can be four months into a five month program and fly with someone you've never even heard of before. Or hell, go cross country with them to a very small town in the middle of Wyoming staying with their parents for two days. That wasn't awkward at first. At all.

That's pretty funny that you've gotten these idiots to come clean. I've never been quite as compassionate. I did buy a Coronet, though I decided to go a little more old school and bought a 65. It ran and drove but had a ton of rust and a lot of structural issues, and right now it's up on jack stands in my garage all torn apart. I just finished welding in all new floorpans, repairing the rear frame rails, and this weekend I'll be fabbing and welding in a new trunk floor and making a couple other spot repairs. Then all the metal work should be done and it'll be time to clean it up, cover the whole underside and inside floor area with a coating called Rust Bullet (similar to POR-15 if you know what that is), and put it all back together. All new stainless brake and fuel lines, new fuel tank, new carpet, near rear suspension and gears, and new other stuff. It should be back on the road late next month and be very solid, and I'll drive it as is for a while as I start the engine build up in the spring. This time next year, it should be a beast and then I can think about paint for it.

Yeah, tell that guy to go lick balls. I faced down a couple of scams when I was shopping around for a Dodge Coronet last year. I found a '69 that looked to be in awesome shape for the price they were asking, and it was like the racoon trying to pull the shiny piece of metal from the hole - unwilling to let go, but not able to get away without letting go (if you're familiar with that fable). At first the car was in Texas (eBay), and the guy wanted to complete the transaction off of eBay and into a private account, no PayPal (warning flag #1). Then he tells me he's actually in whatever Slavic country he claimed to be in, and had to move his family there for his work but couldn't take the car (flag #2). I tell him I live "not too far away" from where the car is in TX (a lie), and I'd like to go see it. But oops, the car is actually in upstate NY, and he wants to know when I'm going to be transferring the money. By this point, I realize it's a total scam, though it was hard to let go, because the pictures he had were of a really nice car and the price was ridiculous. I tell him I have family in the next town over from where he said the car was in NY, and they could go check it out for me the following Saturday. But he said that wasn't possible since it's in a storage unit, and the only people authorized to open it was the "shipping company" that he wanted to use. It wasn't a shipping company at all - it was nothing more than a website of laughable quality. I asked that communication be done through eBay, and he sent me what looked like eBay communication (with all the buttons and links), but it was never available in the actual My eBay. I led him on a little while longer after reporting everything to eBay, and never heard anything else again. The guy used some pretty bad English in all his comms. I faced one other scam that was very similar, on eBay as well - probably the same guy (though I used a different name). Anyway, scams are everywhere, and good on you for not rushing into anything. If it just doesn't add up, it's bullshit.

I figured many would know who Pardo is, or at least the reference, and that those who didn't would find it out on their own. I was also in a rush. Good follow up.

I met Bob Pardo today. There wasn't much time to chat, but talk about a brush with a legend. Just wanted to share.

Actually, that's standard asshat in New Jersey...which is where this happened. "I didn't see anything, don't want to get involved, I'm late for something important."

Slew mode? Like in the real airplane?

Crashing Hueys just wasn't enough I guess... https://video.tinypic.com/player.php?v=1t28f4&s=2 or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtokflMV8Lg Safe for work in either case.

I would say if you're 20 degrees nose high in the T-6, 0 KIAS, have 36% torque set, and have 15 degrees ITT with 101% N1, along with no vertical speed at all that it's not a very good simulation.

https://www.tps06a.com/multimedia.htm Well documented, well laid out. Some of the videos are pretty amusing. A good way to kill an hour.

Just write "GIANTBALLS 41" on your 175 and see what happens. And for the record, does anyone know of a reg that states whether you can or can't assign numbers within your squadron? We thought about doing this and it wasn't in our local Ch 10 or base reg.

We were on a cross country recently and the first stop was Boise, ID. We went to Butte, MT first for some tac approaches (those guys are awesome there if you're ever looking for a good place to go XC - we've RON'ed there a few times before) and then departed to the west for about about a 1.5 hour low level to Boise. We're raging down these beautiful valleys on a crystal clear day, until finally the nav starts feeling terrible. So we knock it off, climb up a little and make things a little more gentle, continuing on our route. About a half hour later, he says "Hey I'm feeling a lot better - you guys want to get back into the low level?" And we say sure and drop back down. We're about 30 minutes out and pilot gives me the airplane (I'm copilot) to finish up the low level and get the landing at Boise. So nav is happy and healthy again, and even cracking a few jokes. Well here comes this PERFECT turn up ahead where the valley cuts to the right and then immediately hard back to the left, with terrain on both sides. I roll 60 degrees of bank into the first turn, pull to two Gs, hold it around the turn, unload, roll out, and right into a turn reversal to the left, 60 and 2. We roll out on the backside of the turns, and I ask "hey nav, what's our next heading?" Silence. Pilot looks back to the nav and he is frantically trying to find an empty puke bag, finds one, opens is up in time and fills it up to the top. Pilot laughs, and the nav says on interphone with a torn up raspy voice, "191, 24 miles, 4400 MSA, pilot, you've got the navigation." We all got a pretty good laugh out of that one. I bought him a couple of rounds that night in Boise as a token of apology. I have been very lucky and never puked in any aircraft. I came close on my dollar ride in the T-6, and have felt less than outstanding on many occassions in the Herk (when having to ride in the back on a low level), but there's a first time for everything. I'm sure I'll never admit to it if it does happen.

Now if that had been Chuck Norris as the co...there's no telling what would have happened. His head woulda come right off.

I guess they don't have fuel conservation SIIs in computer land, flying around with the board out like that.

Awesome. Especially funny since my wife is stationed with an Army unit working the border mission. I wonder if they've all seen it...they soon will.

I wanted that to be a fake site. There are probably a few peter-puffers in the marketing dept at Southwest who tried for this for a really long time and finally got it. That's funny, they use the word and "partner" like it's going out of style as well as the word "pride" and the term "to help you get out." Absolutely ridiculous. F-in' queers!

Navigators: We've been waiting for you.