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Bobbo vant sist dagen den 1. april 2023

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  1. Vel overstått jul og et riktig godt nyttår til alle dere flinke bidragsytere her. Håper at interessen og aktiviteten blir like stor å det nye året. Tror det kommer mye nytt og spennende ting til simmen vår. Lykke til i 2023!
  2. Fortsatt god jul og et godt nytt simmeår til alle dere!
  3. Ser at Frank ikke kan motta mld, finner ikke noe galt på konto, men er på saken
  4. Og fortsatt god jul til dokk alle sammen!
  5. Takk for en flott tur fra EKCH til EHAM. Mye trafikk og full ATC-dekning. Vi var vel ca 15 stk på tur inn samtidig på EHAM, så det ble litt travelt på innflygingen. Men meget flink ATC tok oss inn på rekke og rad uten problemer og vi landet alle trygt på 18R for så å taxe ca 10 min til Pir C hvor bildene fra. Da blir det retur fra EHAM på søndag, ca kl 20.00. Velkommen til de som vil være med oss. Vi møtes på PIR C og benytter skype til interncom. God helg!
  6. God Jul til dere alle, med denne... "Aviation Night Before Christmas" Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp, Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ. The aircraft were fastened to tiedowns with care, In hopes that come morning, they all would be there. The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots, With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots. I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up, And settled down comfortably, resting my butt. When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter, I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter. A voice clearly heard over static and snow, Called for clearance to land at the airport below. He barked his transmission so lively and quick, I'd have sworn that the call sign he used was "St. Nick". I ran to the panel to turn up the lights, The better to welcome this magical flight. He called his position, no room for denial, "St. Nicholas One, turnin' left onto final." And what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer! With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came, As he passed all fixes, he called them by name: "Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun! On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'? While controllers were sittin', and scratchin' their head, They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread, The message they left was both urgent and dour: "When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower." He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking, Then I heard "Left at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking." He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh And stopped on the ramp with a "Ho, ho-ho-ho..." He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk, I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks. His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust. His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale, And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn't inhale. His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly, His boots were as black as a cropduster's belly. He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red, And he asked me to "fill it, with hundred low-lead." He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump, I knew he was anxious for drainin' the sump. I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work, And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk. He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief, Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief. And I thought as he silently scribed in his log, These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog. He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear, Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, "Clear!" And laying a finger on his push-to-talk, He called up the tower for clearance and squawk. "Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction, Turn right three-two-zero at pilot's discretion" He sped down the runway, the best of the best, "Your traffic's a Lockheed, inbound from the west." Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed thru the night, "Merry Christmas to all! I have the Connie in sight."
  7. Jepp.. det var det. Tror jeg etterhvert satser på 980 eller 1080 (dersom lommeboken tilsier det ) Trenger egentlig minst 4 aktive utganger. Takker Robert!
  8. Flott, da blir det mye glede fremover og ja, Christopher er en JA-mann!!
  9. Da har du fått melding Halvdan...... Så de havner nok i Trøndelag! ;D
  10. Er på saken og sjekker med Trøndersim.... mye mulig de havner der ja... ;D
  11. Har kjøpt en Vidar, for kr 2.000.-
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