hurricanemk1c

After Mike's rather fast and hot ride into Istanbul, it was time to find a suitably fast aircraft myself. Unfortunately there seemed to be a rather small number of such aircraft, namely the one that just left back to the States. Frustrated, it was time to trawl through the classified ads around Istanbul, barter a bit and see what came out as a result of said negoitaions. The problem was, it seemed to be well known that the challenge required speed, thus the price for even simple aircraft went sky high. Not wanting to punish the boss any further (especially the credit card facility.....),

That looks like a fascinating airfield you flew fast - plenty of interest!

Nice flight boss!

Was that before or after he changed hands?

Having relatively covertly picked up the baton from Tim (as much as you can with an orange hi-vis bag - well, I did come from work!), it was time to find a set of wings to get out of here. Plan A was something fast and small, preferably single seat. I'm not the best of people to be around in a hot environment, more suited to the frozen wastes of Russia than the hot plains of Africa, Ah well. Unfortunately, the plan failed. After scratching around for a week, the best I could come up with was a brightly-coloured PC-9 I was to travel with the company test pilot who was transiting

Nice simple flight there Tim! I'm on my way!

Pretty much confirmed that it's crashed with a very low likelihood of survivors http://avherald.com/h?article=4bf90724&opt=1

Great leg Steph! Tim, I'll see you there!

A bit bigger than your usual method of transport!

Hammer

One I think we can all relate to one way or another After a tiring day, Zoe settled down in a seat on her train and closed her eyes. As the train rolled out of the station, the guy sitting next to her pulled out his mobile phone and started talking in a loud voice. “Hi sweetheart. It’s Gavin. I’m on the train. “Yes, I know it’s the 6:30 and not the 4:30, but I had a long meeting. “No, honey, not with that blonde from the accounts office. It was with the boss. “No sweetheart, you’re the only one in my life. “Yes, I promise, cross my heart.”

Is letting JG do the ferry flight really a good idea?

You could extend Route 10 south a tad more and take in Portlaoise. Home of the biggest train fleet in Ireland, the home of the track, the highest security prison in Ireland (and the Rock of Dunamaise).

Nice flight and little aircraft!

Warp Factor Nine is approximately 1,855,045,190,702,117.65 km/hr, or 515,290,330,750,588.24 m/s maximum (http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Warp_factor)