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Hey y'all - I tried to contact PD and Precision with this question but no joy. Does anyone know the glide ratio of a Sabre170 (or any Sabre) loaded at 1:1? Same question for the Falcon 265 (or any sized Falcon). Thanks! Jerry

Another ~Classic~ story-board for America's Funniest Home Videos...

The name of the image says it all. -Jerry

Ragtop Volkswagon Kharman Ghia. Had one in high school and Maxwell Smart would pull up to headquarters in one every week when I was a kid. It would top out at about 96 mph with the top up, 92 with it down. -Jerry

Weird - I just listened to Piper at the Gates of Dawn two or three days ago. Some of my favorite Pink Floyd is on that album. Shine on you crazy diamond! RIP Syd

No big deal - just referring you all to a website which had me laughing hard. http://www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com/ If you don't like it - whatcha gonna do about it? Invade Poland??? -Jerry

Conway Hall was a helluva human being and I'll miss him. Funny guy - wicked sense of humor - a bunch of us nicked-named him, "Crime-Wave" and he liked it, it fit - he wasn't a criminal but it just seemed to fit - he had a way about him - he coulda been cast in a Sinatra Rat-Pack film - he had that going on. Very smart, damn good skydiver, knew how to fly his canopy - I'd follow his setup cause he'd likely set a good pattern for the turn. Me and Crimewave used to play a little game which went along the lines of him walking up to me, usually when he first spotted me at the dz or I spotted him and he'd introduce himself, "Hi, I'm Conway Hall!" We'd always shake hands. Sometimes I'd be introducing myself. For some wacky reason this made us both laugh and we'd introduce ourselves in the aircraft, at bars, in the landing area, and once even on a skydive. The dive had gone to crud so I flew up, mouthed at him who I was while sticking out my hand - he immediately took it, pumped it a couple times, and through his full-face I could see him introducing himself. It was just so silly and meaningful and !@#%$@#(&@*(& I'm gonna miss him!!! I always admired his tendency to blow off creeping, blow off exits in the mock-up. Some people would wonder - wasn't he ~serious~ ? That's the thing - he was but he took it all, life in general, with a pound of salt. He once told me about coming real close to quitting skydiving. The reasons are beside the point and he got past what was bugging him, saw the bigger picture, continued on, and in doing so I think he touched a lot of people - myself definitely. I wish I had made more jumps with the guy than I did - I'd have like to been on one of his teams - I got to shoot one or two of the teams he was on, a few different weekends filling in, over the past few years and those were always good days. I wish I had a few more opportunities to get liquored up with him (and there were some good drunks pulled). I'll miss our talks about what was going on with our landings - the long swoops, getting too close to the corner, throwing theory and philosophy at each other, what was working for us, and who to look out for or keep an eye on in the pattern. Sometimes he'd teach me stuff and sometimes I'd teach him a little. I feel very sad. Sucks for his family, sucks for us - the skydivers that knew him and it sucks for the skydivers who'll never get that chance. The truth is, he was just another skydiver, just like us, but there will be no replacing him. Good luck, Bro and Blue Skies - I won't forget you. ...bsrp Jerry K.

Quote"You can go to hell, I'm going to Texas!" Davey Crockett said that - or something like it. He said, "You may all go to hell and I will go to Texas." This was to his former Tennessee constituents who turned him out of office in 1835. As someone born and raised here, and went through seven consequitive years of "Texas History," in Texas public schools, I recommend an excellently written book about the revolution called, "Duel of Eagles," by Jeff Long. It explodes pretty much every myth ever conceived about Texas' war for independence and is a wonderful example of the idea that Truth can be indeed stranger (and a lot more fascinating) than fiction. One example of the (well documented) heresies in the book, the morning after the Alamo was taken, Crockett had been captured (he tried to disassociate himself from the defenders, no shit), he and others went to the wall, they were shot and soon after those not outright killed by gunfire were hacked to death by soldiers on Santa Ana's orders - he didn't go down "swinging O'l Bess to the last." It's a good read.

Quote"You can go to hell, I'm going to Texas!" Davey Crockett said that - or something like it. He said, "You may all go to hell and I will go to Texas." This was to his former Tennessee constituents who turned him out of office in 1835. As someone born and raised here, and went through seven consequitive years of "Texas History," I recommend an excellently written book about the revolution called, "Duel of Eagles," by Jeff Long. It explodes pretty much every myth ever conceived about Texas' war for independence and is a wonderful example of the idea that Truth can be indeed stranger (and a lot more fascinating) than fiction. One example of the (well documented) heresies in the book, the morning after the Alamo was taken, Crockett had been captured, he and others went to the wall, they were shot and soon after those not outright killed by gunfire were hacked to death by the Mexican soldiers - he didn't go down "swinging O'l Bess to the last." It's a good read.

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Who ever said there was some mess about God on the filthy lucre and on the "Pledge?" Peoplew talk about it but some mess? Tempest in a teapot at most, near as I can tell. Personally, I don't believe anyone should be required to pledge to anything. Pledge to what they want to and believe, sure, and more power to them, but as a requirement? Yeah, right - you're free in America - free to do as you're told. As for the mention of God in the Pledge, I somewhere remember it being added in the 50's and believe it was done for political reasoning, more than anything else, and I don't hear anyone making a stink about God except for attention-seeking nutjobs on both sides of the issues crying alarm at either the demise of their conception of culture or the fear of religious concepts being rammed down the throats of the non-religious. Do I believe in God? No one's damn business except my own and possibly the God of my choice. Further, some poll, no matter the numbers, ain't gonna convince anyone, unbeliever or not, to question their faith - if they have faith, that is.

-with apologies to Bill Hicks- And O, Jesus and the disciples walked to Nazareth. But the trail was blocked by a giant brontosaurus... with a splinter in its paw. And the disciples did run a-screamin'. "What a big fucking lizard, Lord!" "I'm sure gonna mention this in my book," Luke said. "Well, I'm sure gonna mention it in my book," Matthew said. "I'm not sure what I saw," said Thomas. But Jesus was unafraid. And he took the splinter from the brontosaurus paw, and the brontosaurus became his friend. And Jesus sent him to Scotland where he lived in a loch, O so many years, attracting fat American families with their fat fuckin' dollars to look for the Loch Ness Monster. And O the Scots did praise the Lord: "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"

Heard a funny while flipping thrugh channels and stopping on Colbert for a few minutes. Essentially, if the scientists had any balls they would, instead of suggesting ideas and theories possibly explaining something, they just right out say that things ~are~ a certain way without bothering to cite evidence - like religion does.

Of course - but then, you have to accept the idea that their God likes to fuck with people's minds.

I'll do a Kubrick Medly: Flying Erection Erection and Desire Erection Kiss The Erection Killing Erection of Glory Erectionlita Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Erection 2001: A Space Erection A Clockwork Erection The Shining Erection Full Metal Erection Eyes Wide Erection -and every one of these classics re-released in a "Special Erection Addition." -Jerry

I was in Deland one rainy day so a bunch of us decided to go take the Vector tour, in our boredom. Turns out Booth was there and he gave the tour, which was pretty cool - the highlight was him showing off the "Playboy" Vector which was lined with fur and had apparently been used in a shoot, worn by naked chicks, ect. I wanted to smell the legstraps but he put it away before I could get the chance.

When I was training for my first jump, my JM told me at several points, "Remember, l want to see a good, hard arch." A few weeks later I'm haning out at the dz on a weather day wnd we're watching Fandango. Truman tells Hicks he wants to see a "good, hard arch." My JM who's also watching the movie elbows me saying, "I borrowed that from him."

I think she's really pretty but she does look kinda grim - remember, no matter how hot she is, there's someone out there who's sick of her shit.

Without O2 on board, 18-5. Never jumped higher than that.

Not when the dust-devils are spooling up in the afternoon.

When I was a kid, I didn't really like "Jerome" - my real name, and everyone still calls me Jerry. But then, Jerome in Greek is Hieronymous, which I like, and in Spanish, "Geronimo," which I really like.

The flight sequences were all right but the rest of the movie blew chunks.

That is the truth too. First time i ever jumped at Waller, i was warned to stay away from you guys. I later learned that was because you guys knew how to have fun as a team and my team was anti-fun. *cough* BLANTON*cough* Who warned you to stay away from us? We weren't that terrible to be around. Unless you were a silly student who broke your wrists on AFF-2 because you forgot how to flare and PLF. I think she was 4inRelation Ass Sticker #6 or something like that??? Help me out Korshak. She was the one it took like a half hour to get the sticker on 'cause she got so plowed after her AFF-1 she couldn't stay still. Or was it because we were so drunk we couldn't stop laughing and kept missing her butt? I think Little Miss Candy, she of the broken wrists and the ass which hadn't seen much sun, was #5 in the sticker sequence. The best part was darling Candy had a little candy-cane tattooed to her right cheek. Oh yeah - and during her stickering you can hear from off-camera someone who's clearly really hammered, drunkenly observing, "She ain't wear'n a thong!" I think her stickering took a little longer because she kept on wiggling it while Lambert was trying to apply the sticker without blocking the light.

Oh, I still have it. It will be (re)released sometime in the not too distant future on DVD as part of the 4InRelation video which is presently still in production. The 15 mostly naked girl asses, all adorned with a cool 4inRelation sticker or TSL medal, and set to the soothing strains of Beethoven's 6th will be a chapter unto its own on the DVD with the present working title of "The Pastoral." Make sure you find me when the DVD is released - as a performance artist who contributed mightily to our year (and the DVD), you are eligible for a free DVD.

Good job, hippie - now, GET A JOB!!!