At least it wasn't rain first. That make for some heavy **** to shovel. With the snowblower it makes awesome snow cones though!

Yea, the national news said it was snowmageddon for the NW part of the country. Worst snow storm in many years bla bla bla.

I was chatting with my brother today. Yesterday he was heading out to a hunting area and the dange deer are in attack mode. He was driving his daily driver, the 1952 Bug and the deer jumped into the side of the his car. It hit him so hard the door and fenders were all smashed in. It took him 30 minutes to pull the fender out away from the tire so he could drive home. There is a 2 inch gap in the door frame now and the door is non functional. He has to go in and out from the passenger side.

He called the insurance company, and they will send an adjusted soon. The big challenge is finding a shop that will fix it, and getting the insurance company to cough up enough to do that. It might be a total loss. It all depends on what the insurance company calls fair market value.

rotten deer

Interesting video from the early testing days of the B2.

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I always wondered how many of the UFO reports from that era were actually a B2 being tested.

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One of my buddies is an Air Force brat like me. His dad flew B-52s in the 60s and 1970s. His dad talked about dreading one flight the most. They were fueled up, and had nukes on board ready to go at the end of the runway, waiting for a launch command. It was during the Cuban missile crisis. He said the entire crew cheered when the order to stand down came through. Non of them wanted to be part of WW3 but they were 100% committed to following orders.

He also talked about flight training while he was in his 20s. Since building flight hours is a priority, they would fly around at night in west Texas and New Mexico. At night there are many places where there no towns for miles, and a lone pickup would be driving down the highway miles from anyone. He said they were all just punks, and loved to drop down to 100 feet and fly right over the pickup as they applied power to all the engines. He said often the truck would drive off the road.

Imagine a boring drive at night in a flat desert area. No traffic for 30 minutes in either direction. Then all of a sudden a huge aircraft like a B-52 comes roaring past you from behind and all the racket of 80,000 pounds of thrust. He said they all laughed, and drank a toast the the poor guy at the officers club after a mission.

If that pickup guy wrecked his truck then he probably made up an abduction cover story. Especially if the incident involved pooping himself. That's probably how the anal probes started.

"It was definately not aliens...but it was aliens." —Extraterrestrial Theorist

I can remember riding in the back of the station wagon as a kid going through the Gallup/Ship Rock area on Saturday mornings, and seeing lots and lots of pick-up trucks in the ditches along side the road.
now it all makes sense.

Sleepbuds

So she does hear me making sleeping noises ;)

One of my dirt bike riding cousins was riding the trails and the saw a fighter bearing down on him. Every time he zigged or zagged the plane followed him. He figured the pilot needed some strafing practice.

In the 50s a RAF pilot creased the top of a generals car with the aircraft's centerline tank as the general was approaching the base out in the desert in the mid-east. I would hate to be THAT guy.

Hahaha

Brother was on a Chinook in Nam. Said they used to lower their long antenna, stuck down about 60ft, then run it across the tops of San Pans, those boats with corrugated metal roofs. Then watch all the people jump out of the boats. Said they bet on how many were in the boat.

Carrying live stock, chickens and pigs. The pilot asked him if they thought the chickens could fly from that height. He said, let's see. Then, well, I think the cage was too heavy for it.

Said the pig just $hit all the way down.

32C Humid AF :D

Sounds like a balmy 90°F, it's not the heat, it's the humadity.

We made it through Monday. On the upward climb towards Hump day and hopefully over the hump towards the weekend tomorrow.

Dad talked about a mission to deliver a C-124 load of mattresses from the Philippines to some remote Pacific island like Christmas island or some other place. Imagine how many mattresses it takes to fill up a C-124 and that was his load. He said they calculated the weight and had to sit on the ground for a few days waiting for lower humidity. He said to get to the cockpit they had to climb up the mattresses and wiggle like a snake to the front and get into the cockpit. They took off from the very end of the runway, and gave it everything it had, and still mowed down about a 1/4 mile of sugarcane before they got high enough to get about it all.
The troops on the island were really happy to see them land as everyone had been sleeping on sleeping bags or the ground for a couple of weeks.

24 F and snowing here.

Oh the humadity.

Morning all. Made it to work today. Not that is a plus but that means the roads are clear. We are coming up on having to worry about the last kid, graduation and hours spent in class.

We flew a project for a client that was a prison away from town, and it is the only structure in the area. We told our client we were going to fly on Friday afternoon. He immediately called the prison to let them know we would be flying over. He was convinced it was a restricted area. It likely is for a UAV, but with a human pilot in an Cessna, it is not. We got it done and the data is still almost done. He said they called him and asked when were were going to fly it. He said it was done. I guess our stealth Cessna is hard to see. We can see the ground and that is all that mattered.