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Figures the hippies would be there at the wrong time. The ancients probably were there at the Winter Solstice to make sure the sun began coming back on schedule.

The Invasion Of The Ultralights, hey?…

Those things look like a lot of fun, but they seem to be nearly all a solo-kind of thing – you suppose (I’d hope)that means they’re that dead-simple to fly, no dual-instruction needed?

Ask those Druids to keep it low on the way back home; no need for noisy carousing late into the gloaming, and all that.

Hey now, from the ground you could just get a shot to hit that ultra-light with a strong pellet gun. I’m sure that’s illegal in Her Mum’s Disarmed Kingdom, but it can be done. Anything in the airspace over your property and 100 feet in the air above it is yours. Least here in NC it is.
So go get a wrist rocket, a beer or twelve and have at it. The conscientious pilot will thank you for the obstacle avoidance training on the cheap.

Note: We trained WW2 Gunners how to shoot down the Germans with pellet guns and wrist rockets. Before they bombed Hawaii. When the Italians invaded NYC.

Honestly *fingers crossed* I wouldn’t lie to you, Tamer of Chickens…

JS Bridges

They are called microlights in the UK (same thing as ultralights elsewhere), and they do require dual instruction to fly, and a licence. There are plenty of two-seaters around, in fact this type can carry two. A friend of mine is just setting off round the country in one in company; fortunately her copilot is an engineer and test pilot for the BMAA, as these machines are not quite as reliable as the King Airs I fly.

From the photo you can, of course, find out all about this machine, even the owner’s name and address: http://www.caa.co.uk/application.aspx?catid=60&pagetype=65&appid=1&mode=detailnosummary&fullregmark=MYZY

Ah, ultra-lights are terrifying (scared of heights), but such a great ride. A friend’s boyfriend (an instructor) took me over Las Vegas. I think he still has the indentations in the seat from my fingers from several years ago.

And Thanks for the imagery. ‘ULULULULU’

Sort of like the first ten seconds or so of the Jonny Quest closing credits?:

Jonny Quest closing credits

Friday, the days start getting shorter. Winter’s coming!

The flying disks and jet packs in JQ were taken from actual US experimental craft from the period.

Except for the UFO and the spider robot, unless that is still secret…

Bunch of idiots protesting something or other flew a drone over a shooting range to spy on the shooters. Hilarity ensued….

Somebody tell the damn Druids that the solstice don’t mean squat. It’s the equinoxes, if you’re interested in planting.

I can understand the urge to shoot one of those things down, but how the dickens does one clean and cook it afterwards?

Oldcat, while I was a Warner Brothers snob, and had no use for Hanna-Barbera, JQ was the best. The only Saturday morning cartoon show from the sixties which had characters getting killed.

Thanks for the link, Doubting Rich. Ver-y cool. When I posted the picture, I guessed it would be possible to mine that information from the registration number…I didn’t realize it would be quite that easy.

😯

When The Husband and I first pledged our troth, he had this gleeful plan of planting a circle of oaks (on the large tracts of land we wish we owned) and declaring it a sacred Wiccan\Druid temple.

Apparently it makes it tax-exempt. Still waiting on the land to plant the trees, though.

A couple weeks ago my house was getting buzzed by a crop duster so I can understand the impulse to want to shoot it down. It was like I was having flashbacks from WWII or something.

LeRoy Neiman, he daid. http://www.cnn.com/2012/06/21/showbiz/obit-neiman/index.html

“it’s tempting to pour out the front door in a loincloth, shake a spear skywards and go, ulululu!”

That’s called Friday night at my house.

Mysterion, back in 1977 when I was a kid my family lived in a little place in Kern County in California surrounded by the oil patch and farms.

The coolest airshow of my life took place one day when three TBM Avenger torpedo bombers, converted for ag work and painted in a blue and gold livery worked the fields around our little wide spot in the road applying what I think was defoliant on the cotton fields. Went on for half an hour or so, and many times the aircraft flew right over the house at about 100′ AGL.

Utterly badass. My brother and I were running around dodging the pretend bombs and yelling at each other, “Don’t just stand there, get one up!”, as another TBM made a pass low enough to rattle the windows.

My friend and I took a few shots at a low-flying aircraft over his farm with an air rifle when we were kids. It didn’t come down, and it didn’t even register that it was being hit (maybe it wasn’t). So we went and killed a pigeon instead.

A sack of potatoes and a can of Aqua Net will solve your microlight problem in very short order.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAXYuw4k2LY

“My friend and I took a few shots at a low-flying aircraft over his farm with an air rifle when we were kids.”

Note for Alannis Morrisette: Had you somehow shot the pilot’s eye out, it STILL wouldn’t be irony.

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