fastphil

I hear those voices also, and they all seem to be mine. I ride with the window down often.

I can't figure out the motorcycle riders with tunes playing loud enough to hear a block away as they pass by.

I don't have it. I do have the September, 1980 edition, with the Nationals results though, that's the one I remembered. I do, however, have a 1979 Nationals Beer Mug...

Is that the issue with the team pics in it. I might have it, but I churn and divest my hoarded stuff occasionally. Or, did you already find one...

I didn't remember that far back; and that's not funny.

I've had many jumps that got scary as they went along and they only seem scary afterwards, but the scariest of my jumps to make was the first antennae jump with Phil Smith and Phil Mayfield (a philler load). I know it's BASE, but in 1980 pre BASE days it was a skydive with a pucker factor.

Night Hoop SCR (just combining other posts to give you the best bang for your buck)

Sorry for your loss...

I was taught to kick my legs to help spin and untwist the lines. I've seen many students start this procedure at exit, presumably a pre-emptive motive...

Here's a dive I did in Costa Rica

How cool is that, thanks for posting...

I gotta try some pollen this spring...

JerryBaumchen

Hi Keith,

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One person spun the arrow

What's this arrow s***?

'Back in the day' it was, 'See that field? That is where you should land.'



Jerry Baumchen
Back in the day = the 60's

Then, when I came along ('76) it was, "See That field? That is where you should not land."

jackwallace

The 70's. Gear changed every week. New sky dives. Sex, drugs, rock and roll. No video cameras so you could lie. It wasn't ME that screwed up the formation! DC 3's, Lodestars, Beech's. Then came the turbines. Boooogey's. The birth of AFF and tandems.

Made my heart rate tick up a little...

I rarely drank coffee (maybe a cup a year) till my 40s, I was naturally functioning at a 10 when I woke though. Now I am a 0 before the first cup (usually by 4 am).

Say it ain't so, Joe. Another year gone

I'm not much into giving advice but my friend Shelly likes the natural look (she's always the trend setter)...

kallend

***Finally! It wasn't raining today, so I pulled away from work early so I still had some daylight left. (It's 5pm here and already dark) I got to French tune my new bow. The next to last shot frayed the string. The final shot centered the string and buried in the target with a 'pop!'.

Time to go upstairs and shoot the pistol now. I'm getting better, but I seriously miss summer activities.

David

The Battle of Agincourt was decided with somewhat simpler ones.


That's more contraption than it is bow. Here's a somewhat simpler one.

There's good money in drain surgery...

Going thru old accumulations. I uncovered a frap hat and a couple of blast handles too...

I can get motion sickness when I don't have control of the motion. I'm a "manifest my own destiny" kind of guy.

How cool; did you get pied...

Must of had two good days on the Street Triple...

Now that's a cool patch...

riggerrob

*********He's an alcoholic and fails the psych test.

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Best answer so far.
Another hint: what happened the last time the Royal Newfoundland Regiment was left alone with a keg of brandy?

There was a keg of Brandy?????

Saint Bernard dogs are famous for carrying small kegs of brandy tied to their collars.
The brandy is to revive avalanche survivors.

Yes, I was using a stereotype: keg of brandy dangling from a St. Bernard's collar.
I also stereotype Swiss as being great archers, yodelers, alpenhorn blowers, cheese-makers, clock-makers, etc.

Other days stereotypes get me into trouble.


Well, maybe a cheese eating yodeler arrowed him at the clock-strike. Does that blow your alpenhorn...

Here's one of my favorites...