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C72RG Rated

It’s all good. But it’s all technical. If you don’t give a rats ass about flying then this is going to have little to no interest to you.

This past week I completed my C72RG VP rating which in the bigger scheme of things not that huge an accomplishment but I had great fun doing it and that’s what counts. For those that are interested but just don’t know what I’m talking about, here is a brief explanation:

In order to fly different aircraft types based on class, type or complexity you have to go through a range of skills tests. This usually includes as a minimum, a Technical and General theory based written test going through all important aspects such as max loading, take off and landing speeds, fuel uplift and endurance etc. There are also the practical aspects which entail general flying and handling including full stalls, incipient spins and full spins, simulated forced landings, precautionary landings and short field take off and landings. In a following exercise you are made to execute a minimum of 3 successful take off and landings fully loaded. These are all tasks previously performed while doing your original license but this teaches you how this particular aircraft performs these manoeuvres. This particular type rating was for, as I mentioned earlier, for the C72RG which is just the code name for a “4 seater Cessna 172 Retractable Gear and Variable Pitch Constant Speed propeller”.

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The theory Tech & Gen I did weeks ago and since have been waiting on availability of instructors, aircraft and suitable weather. This week they all came together. Tuesday we went to the general flying area, otherwise known as the GF and did all the practical work and had an awesome time flipping the aircraft and landing as accurately as possible in all conditions. Some low level high bank turns are required if you are going to “keep the circuit tight” and achieve the most out of the exercise. Great fun.

Wednesday I had to call 2 mates and have them sit as dead weight (I prefer to call them live weight and so did they) while I performed the regular take off and landing sequences. It all went great however in the middle of all this the circuit (flying route you have to take around the airfield) got pretty congested and all light aircraft were told to hold their position while a scheduled flight SAA 737 was coming in to land. We were routed out to the coast and over the harbour. My instructor said, “right I have control, you are paying for this flight so we might as well enjoy it”. With that we nosedived from 1200 feet to a little around 100 feet in about 10 seconds. We levelled out lower than the buildings on the beach front and proceeded to fly low level around the point on the coast. There are no words to describe how truly awesome that feels. After a minute or two he asked if I was comfortable and upon acknowledgement that all was hunky dory he relinquished control to me and I was it. I was screaming (figuratively) around the coast at 135Knots about 50 – 100 foot off the water making steep turns where necessary to avoid obstacles. Incredible (for lack of a better word).

Once we had completed the entire length of the point I pulled back sharply on the control rocketing us back up to 1200 feet whereby we rejoined the official circuit and came into land! Back on the ground he gave me the thumbs up and said “You can handle this aircraft no problem. Good flying. Let’s go back and fill in some paperwork”.

If that’s what all conversions were like, I would be writing up a list of aircraft I want to get type rated on! A good day out! Awesome. And thanks to my dead/live weight in the back who also had the ride of their lives".

 
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Posted by on November 29, 2008 in ATP, Cessna, CPL, Friends, Transport, Travel, Wishlist

 

Register for good news

So as you may or may not know, I recently moved down from Johannesburg to Port Elizabeth. An excellent choice by the way. The only issue with this is my car was registered in Johannesburg which means I had GP vehicle registration plates (Gauteng Province – Its a South African thing). If you are from South Africa you will know that the only acceptable place to have GP plates is in fact in the Gauteng Province and nowhere else!

I finally got my ass into gear today to go and enquire about changing these plates to local EC (Eastern Cape) plates as I was told I had to wait for the old road tax disc to expire. Luckily for me, I heard on the radio the other day that in order to speed up the service I no longer had to go to the licensing department and I could get it done in a post office. I was going to try my luck with the timing business. Today I went to test that theory not expecting much I must admit.

I walked in, filled in 2 very quick forms, one registration form and one change of address, went to the empty counter, he punched in the details, I paid him R112 (equivalent of $10) and he printed out my new registration details. 10 minutes tops. Now all I needed was the actual plates for the car. Down to a shop 5 minutes away which is feeling far these days, and 5 minutes later along with being R160 poorer, I was all set and walking out with my new vehicle registration!

I am now no longer a Vaalie and now officially a Kaapie! Feels good. Now I must just wait for the hurricane that’s blowing through to subside (and for it to stop raining) and I will get out there and brand my car with her new little tags. So kewl.

Have I mentioned before how much I love this city!

 
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Posted by on November 27, 2008 in N.W.R., South Africa, Transport

 

When you wake up sleeping?

God this morning was terrible. I was sooooo tired. After a long day yesterday with hectic gym sessions twice , one early morning and one late afternoon, and a substantially late night last night (anything after 9pm is late these days so close to midnight is substantial – even without alcohol), Mullac and I had to be awake again at 4:30am to get to gym for 5:30am. Yes I know it seems completely ridiculous now but try and see it from my eyes and you will see how absolutely, utterly and monumentally ridiculous it feels at 4:30am.

Gym in the morning is no new concept. How’s that hey? I go to the gym for 4 weeks and now I sound like the eternal gym slugger. But in all seriousness, it’s incredible how fast one adapts to new routines and since we have been getting up and to the gym for 6am every morning it doesn’t seem that bad anymore. But golly gee, get up that 45 minutes earlier and it feels like the end of the world. I had nothing. I was dead. I knew I was physically in the gym because I could see and hear familiar shapes and noises but I sure as hell wasn’t there mentally! I had ZERO energy and even less drive or motivation. I probably would have achieved more by staying in bed.

And the reason for getting up so early was in response to a call last night from my flying school saying I was booked in to do my VP / RG (Variable Pitch / Retractable Gear) conversion at 7am this morning. I therefore had to be clear of the gym, showered, changed and at the aero club for 6:45am to pre-flight the aircraft. Sadly though upon achieving the near impossible and getting to the club at 6:40am, the conditions were still very IMC (Instrument Met Conditions) with rain and low cloud and therefore no way I was able to fly. In a way I felt quite relieved as I don’t think I was in any state to be in control of an aircraft, especially not learning all new techniques and concepts for the first time.

So today I have kind of just been milling about trying to sleep but worried that I was going to miss my next flight booking slot at 12pm. When midday came around and it was still heavily overcast and raining I just grinned a little cheesy grin to myself, rolled over and went to sleep for 3 hours. Recharge the batteries.

By the way, how much gym is too much? I have been told that you can do as much cardio work as you wish without harm but you need to break up your weight and muscle training into only a few regular visits a week. So far this week I have been to the gym 8 times since Sunday and I still have 2 days to go. It basically boils down to twice a day from Monday to Saturday and once on Sunday. I just didn’t have the energy to go tonight and am enjoying a much deserved break.

Tonight I think I am going to have my super healthy dinner consisting of a bit of tuna and some veg with Woolworths wild and brown rice at 6pm, watch a bit of TV, and be fast asleep by 9:05pm, 5 minutes after my 9pm protein shake. Viva health and fitness. Being fat is so much more fun and I blame all you out there who always called me tubby! Don’t worry, I have a long way to go before ever being diagnosed clinically anorexic or bulimic. What’s that old saying from that good old comedian “The Cousin”? “I’m so fat I can go on hunger strike and still die of old age” 8)

 
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Posted by on November 20, 2008 in CPL, Friends, Gym, Life

 

Razor

 (Foo Fighters – Razor)Razorblade Shine

(Razor blade by ijasimaversus / Strawberry Gashes by Blue Mayhem)

 
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Posted by on November 18, 2008 in Hmmm, Music

 

Headline for the Day:

‘The financial situation at the moment is so bad that women are now marrying for love’

8)

~Cheers Deeds

 
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Posted by on November 17, 2008 in Female, L & J, Money

 

Football’s for girls

And a massive respect goes out to the Czech Republic for having the balls to come out with this video and declare it to the world!

Play a real sport! Play rugby!

If you prefer YouTube then here you go:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7d4I-HR6iw

Speaking of the sport for real men, some great rugby on tomorrow:

Saturday, Nov 15: (Unsure of kickoff. Says kickoff times are local but local to WHO?)
Eng v Aus (14.30)
Scot v SA (14.30)
Ita v Arg (15.00)
Fra v Pac Is (15.00)
Ire v NZ (17.15)

Check it out: www.rugby365.com

Ok, as a great PS. Maybe football for girls aint that bad an idea after all! 8)

 
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Posted by on November 14, 2008 in Europe, L & J, Sports

 

Quote of the day – With a difference

While entertaining myself, after my gourmet lunch of 100gr of chicken and 80gr of veg, by trawling the Wickedly Worldly Web, I came across a quote that was on a Facebook profile of a friend of a friend. With permission from OJ (name changed to protect the innocent and/or confuse the guilty), I hereby share it with you. It’s quite the statement derived from someone quite obviously extremely pissed at someone. If I felt this way as I have done in the past, I would now be threatening to stab someone in the head with my good old faithful Nokia 1100 cell phone. I still have it so don’t get complacent!

Here goes the quote: (Author unknown)

Don’t find the time to cry for me, don’t find the words to speak for me, don’t find the nerve to feel for me, just get the fuck away from me!

Wow huh? Ok so in typical Hoox fashion this stirred an interest to hunt down further similar quotes and for a split second I thought of doing a regular “QOTD with a diff” but then in the split second that followed directly behind the first, I realised that this was me I was thinking about and I would just get bored and it would fade away into nothing. So, what I decided on instead was to list a few right here, right now. And since I am in a happy place these days, the following make zero reference to me or my life as it stands. Just for the record.

        • I’m no one’s lap dog, you can’t put me on a leash, and that was the attitude of it, fuck off.”
        • “I am trying to figure out the exact moment my life got so fucked up.”
        • “Fighting for peace is like fucking for chastity”
        • “Putting a smoking section in a restaurant is like putting a urinating section in a swimming pool!”
        • “A good friend will come bail you out of jail, but a true friend will be sitting next to you saying…’Damn, that was fun!’”
        • “The ‘not-giving-a-fuck’ meter is as far into the red-zone as ever before.”
        • “Don’t worry about life, you’re not going to survive it anyway.”
        • “When I hear somebody sigh, "Life is hard," I am always tempted to ask, ‘Compared to what?’”
        • “I am going to torch your fucking house and stab you in the head with my cell phone!” (I know the author of this one 8) )

I will close with one long final one. Also quite hectic and quite obviously written from a bitterly broken heart. Whoever wrote this, I hope they have found happier times!

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

~Thanks OJ. I hope things turn up for you soon. If all else fails, remember what I said – Irish, then Rock Cafe, then Livingroom. In that order. Take Edenski and Puccino with you, they know how to make party out of anything! 8)

 
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Posted by on November 14, 2008 in Albania, Female, Friends, L & J, Life, Rant 'n Rave, Wishlist

 

When it rains it pours!

For once I’m not using a saying or quote to reference something going wrong in my life. This time I’m saying it as I see it. The weather has turned in a big way.

It is quite amusing though. Only last week I was looking over my estate from the back porch (namely my 10m X 5m back yard overlooking my neighbour from my back door) when I noticed that my garden required a bit of attention. So I did what any young, strapping, enthusiastic chap would do, I called the garden service. They were booked up until yesterday. No problem. My name was now on the list so all my garden problems would soon just vanish into thin air.

The garden service got here at 10am. Nice! I like punctuality! They were due to work for 4 hours or so. The heavens opened at 12 midday. It came pissing down like I haven’t seen in ages. Torrential at times and then came the hail. Bloody typical. Just when I’m diligently taking care of my yard. It hasn’t stopped raining since and the downpours come in waves.

Bad weather can bring good things too you know. This was the view from my front window: (Yes I live in a fantasy world).

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They say on the radio that today we are supposedly expecting the heaviest rains that this region has seen in 15 years. Only last year it flooded with the “heaviest rain this region had seen in 20 years”. How do they work this out. Seems to me they are just guessing. Hell either way I reckon we are in for some very wet times. Definitely BMW (Baby Making Weather). Anyone up for a cuddle? I do have a queen size extra length (I’m taking about the mattress!).

Lines are open!

 
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Posted by on November 13, 2008 in Art, Breast, Female, Good News, Home, N.W.R., Nude, Photography, South Africa

 

A hand of bananas

For my dear old (term of endearment) friend, Matty Trusilo, I would like to put something out there that has been discussed since days gone by back in our time in Iraq.

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The term “Hand of bananas”.

As quoted by this fine upstanding gentleman, “Bubba, let there be no doubt regarding the existence of Banana Hands. I was just recalling how I nearly pissed myself when you first brought it up at dinner. I think there is a wikipedia entry (hmmm…maybe authored by one [Hoox]) I have never once heard that phrase before or since”.

I have a sneaky suspicion that this Doubting Thomas still does not believe me. Although I accept that the more commonly used collective noun for a number of bananas connected at their stem is in fact a “bunch”, I do not dispute that, but what I am looking for now is the acceptance of the term “hand” as well when referring to the same collective of bananas.

Although I have proved it HERE and HERE I would like to hear from you the general public, friends and family… have YOU ever heard of the term “Hand of bananas”? You don’t have to have used it, just heard it used as reference even just once before now. Personally I think it’s a lot more personable and far more descriptive in that you can actually see a cute little yellow hand with chubby yellow fingers.

Lemme know. The jury is out!

Click comments below to have your say!

 
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Posted by on November 12, 2008 in Friends, Interesting, Project

 

Gym Op Vok!

For those who don’t understand South Africanisms, an “Op Vok” is the old military training term that they used when doing extreme physical workouts. This morning I felt like I was in the military. I’m still shaking.

Last week our personal trainer was sacked for reasons unknown so we had to make arrangements with another. We just happened to be standing next to Charles, a regular South African bodybuilding champion, at the time. Charles is now our PT. Feel the fear. We had one session with him last week that I was a little concerned about but afterwards felt quite cock-sure of myself because it didn’t feel that bad.

Sweet mother of Jesus, he turned up the heat this morning. I don’t know who pissed him off over the weekend but we were there to pay for someone else’s damages or so it seemed. Straight off the warm up cardio and onto the weights. No rest, no stopping, just go go go! Next one, here, do this, do that, COME ON!!!!! YOU CAN DO IT!!! PUSH!!!!

I even threatened to jump on his dry Weetbix that he was nibbling for breakfast and fuck up his morning too if he carried on like that! God I hope he didn’t think I was being serious, otherwise I’m a dead man on Thursday!

It did feel great afterwards though. There was definitely a sense of accomplishment and he did reassure us by telling us how great we did and if we could keep that up we would easily achieve much greater personal goals than originally planned. I think we worked off the weekend’s cheats in about 15 minutes.

A very funny thought came to mind when we were talking. This is a distant memory now from back in day when I was working in Tunisia on a gas rig. You have to picture it so draw a good mental image of this now. There were two chaps, one very fit and trim guy, call him Mr X, and a fit’ish but a lot larger fatter chap, call him Mr Y. They were having it out in a loud jesting argument on who was better off and more of a man etc etc. Typical male pissing contest. This is how it finished off…

  • Mr Y – I’ll have you know that inside this body is a young, mean, tough, fighting athlete just busting to get out
  • Mr X – Fuck me… When did you eat him???
 
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Posted by on November 11, 2008 in Friends, Gym, South Africa, Wishlist

 
 
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