Adoxography of my pathodixia
Read this out loud, so I can noncupate to you all some important news. I drank an entire 1 litre Tesco Banana & Strawberry Fruit Smoothie today. I know it doesn't sound like much, but those things are really filling. You have to understand that it's not the litre that makes this profound, but inspection of the bottle reveals that it contains no less than 37 Strawberries, which makes me feel like a right fat bastard.
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Flight Diary, Across America:
Richfield, 2:11pm: After making a preliminary test take-off to see if my new plane can work on a runway this short I grimly decide that the chances with it are slim. I should really change it, but I'd just recently seen The Living Daylights and wanted to fly a C-130 Hercules. Turns out that taking off from the wrong end of the runway made it barely possible, although I had to bank from side to side to avoid the trees beyond the end of it. I was in the air by the skin of my teeth, and back to the clear skies of Utah. The Hercules has autopilot, so I took the opportunity to cover some safe distance while I sat back to have a look around. Despite the difficult takeoff it was quite a pleasant little run and I didn't even notice when I left Utah. I just glanced at my map and then suddenly, there I was, in Colorado and almost overshooting the refreshingly expansive Walker Airport just inside the state. The carefully planned route had left me in a good position to land though, thanks to the big-ass runway on offer there. I landed the behemoth and joined the nice people of Colorado for some cake.
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Oh, and Rozelle's word challenge of the day is "somniloquacious" =D
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Flight Diary, Across America:
Richfield, 2:11pm: After making a preliminary test take-off to see if my new plane can work on a runway this short I grimly decide that the chances with it are slim. I should really change it, but I'd just recently seen The Living Daylights and wanted to fly a C-130 Hercules. Turns out that taking off from the wrong end of the runway made it barely possible, although I had to bank from side to side to avoid the trees beyond the end of it. I was in the air by the skin of my teeth, and back to the clear skies of Utah. The Hercules has autopilot, so I took the opportunity to cover some safe distance while I sat back to have a look around. Despite the difficult takeoff it was quite a pleasant little run and I didn't even notice when I left Utah. I just glanced at my map and then suddenly, there I was, in Colorado and almost overshooting the refreshingly expansive Walker Airport just inside the state. The carefully planned route had left me in a good position to land though, thanks to the big-ass runway on offer there. I landed the behemoth and joined the nice people of Colorado for some cake.
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Oh, and Rozelle's word challenge of the day is "somniloquacious" =D