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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2004 12:49 amWell I was taking the Connie when my inner Ozzy came forward and started bossing me around...
Now where is there a good bridge...I know! The Big Mack!
"You're boring me"...he said.
So a little change in tactics and:
"Atsawaytodoit" he said in an almost Mr. Punch-like voice...
Well, I have to get out of the US for now (I'm sure the law is waiting for me...)
Fortunately my inner Ozzy is silent for now...
Coming over a barge on the Soo Locks...
Coming down on approach (sorry, can't tell you where...
)
Well, I didn't do half-bad, considering I've never landed something this heavy before...
I'm down (I still can't believe I got her down so easily)
Well I'm going to have to choose my own parking place as this airport doesn't "officially" have a place for something this heavy to park
I was off the plane like a shot. The Mounties never showed for me (probably sleeping off all that Labatt Blue, or watching Hockey...Hockey is excellent stuff for keeping the Canadian people quiet
).
My disguise helped (the hockey stick, the hat with earflaps, the red flannel shirt), as did my knowledge of the dialect (eh, aboot, take of eh, what's all that aboot eh).
I had no trouble getting home (nobody really knows who was flying that bird)
Now where is there a good bridge...I know! The Big Mack!
"You're boring me"...he said.
So a little change in tactics and:
"Atsawaytodoit" he said in an almost Mr. Punch-like voice...
Well, I have to get out of the US for now (I'm sure the law is waiting for me...)
Fortunately my inner Ozzy is silent for now...Coming over a barge on the Soo Locks...
Coming down on approach (sorry, can't tell you where...
)Well, I didn't do half-bad, considering I've never landed something this heavy before...
I'm down (I still can't believe I got her down so easily)
Well I'm going to have to choose my own parking place as this airport doesn't "officially" have a place for something this heavy to park
I was off the plane like a shot. The Mounties never showed for me (probably sleeping off all that Labatt Blue, or watching Hockey...Hockey is excellent stuff for keeping the Canadian people quiet
).My disguise helped (the hockey stick, the hat with earflaps, the red flannel shirt), as did my knowledge of the dialect (eh, aboot, take of eh, what's all that aboot eh).
I had no trouble getting home (nobody really knows who was flying that bird)
