Training flight

I want one. Hours of fun with the theme from Airwolf playing on surround sound as I take chunks out of the paint on the ceiling.

Chocks Away!

Tally ho chaps, a fine day for flying, what?

Ten hundred hours: Pigs & Bees HQ, station scrambled. New Company Helicopter arrived. Rather a poor show on the first flight, a few near misses and whatnot, but with the addition of some precision blue-tack ballast we soon had her flying.

Ten Thirty Hours: Refueled and took on a scouting mission downstairs. Extended flight with Flight Lieutenant Bob at the stick. Jolly good show!

Twelve Hundred Hours: Papa Alpha Bravo One flew a recce over Ubergruppemeister Mike's Giant Pie of Mass Destruction. Wing Commander Phillips was at the controls when the crate got into a bit of a scrape down the back of the cupboard. A full scale rescue mission had to be launched, but proved to be successful.

Thirteen thirty Hours: Refueled and ready for flight again but all evidence of Ubergruppemeister Mike's Giant Pie of Mass Destruction has disappeared....

I know how Hans Blix felt.

Roger and Out.