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Klart sevärd!

(Klicka på länken, verkar inte fungera embedded)

Film med länk som krånglar

Nästa helg händer det, på Malmen.

www.aerospaceforum.se

Öppet för allmänheten på söndagen.

Tyvärr missar jag dem av er som kommer då. Någon som kommer att vara på plats på lördagen?

Japp, se rubriken. Jääääkligt läckert att flyga Mustang!

Jag har inte provat Frogfooten än. Skall vara med samma icke klickbara cockpit och ingen full DCS-produkt, men ändå ett välkommet kompliment!

Ännu en arbetsdag börjar... flygväder? Tror jag tar med en bok!

Jag behöver en ny korköppnare.

Rob Higgs

Smurfade in till hemsidan i s f att gå direkt till forumet och hittade massor av såväl ögongodis som trevlig läsvärd text. Lysande insats, Luppe (m fl)!!! Nu kan man marknadsföra sidan med lite stolthet - var faktiskt för att se vad som är rätt länk i namnet på en DCS-server som jag tittade in.

Installera. Nu. Kommer aldrig, aldrig, att flyga DCS MP utan igen! Det är verkligen skithäftigt.

I torsdags flög vi sex piloter, tre rotar. Flight på en AM-frekvens och så en UHF för varje rote. Bara det. UHF:en innehåller två mottagare, så man har ständig passning även på guard. När man skjuter ut sig kan man prata på guard via sin portabla radio. Jag hamnade bra till efter en konflikt med en SA-8, promenerade upp på ett åskrön med utsikt över ett målområde med en del AAA och började ropa upp på guard. Fick tag på en pilot till sist och satt sedan där och agerade JTAC.

Det adderar något otroligt till känslan, faktiskt.

Brain-Dead Teen, Only Capable Of Rolling Eyes And Texting, To Be Euthanized

Kolla röntgenbilden.... 

Läckert!

http://www.stclairphoto-imaging.com/360/P51-Mustang/P51_swf.html

http://redtails2012.com/

Någon som sett om den kommer på svenska biografer? Hittar ingenting alls. Skall ses, även om flygscenerna tycks vara gjorda med Il-2.

Under 2012. Jag sparar semester!

Recension. Klart bra sådan.

http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/zero-punctuation/4863-Kinect

http://www.stuff.co.nz/world/americas/6202916/Train-victim-can-be-sued-over-flying-body-parts

Det här kommer man att hitta under "Tragikomiskt" i lexikon i framtiden.

Samt under "Only in America".

[- take the role of a Joint Terminal Attack Controller (JTAC).]

Development continues on the upcoming add-on "Combined Arms". This paid-for add-on will allow A-10C Warthog, Black Shark 2, and Flaming Cliffs 3 owners to:

- act as ground force commanders as the mission is running,
- direct ground units,
- set fire missions for artillery and multiple rocket launchers,
- take the role of a Joint Terminal Attack Controller (JTAC).

As the JTAC, players will have:
- night vision goggles,
- IR pointer,
- laser designator,
- Forward Looking Infrared (FLIR).

Several other new items are still being considered. Combined Arms will work in both single player and multiplayer missions.

http://forums.eagle.ru/showthread.php?t=83320

Nu snackar vi! Gäller bara att hitta någon som har kompetens att agera JTAC... någon som känner någon?

Kanske dags att slå ihop DCS-forumen, förresten?

Hoho... lite fränt var det!

Disk Drop

B2 JDAM test (inert rounds)

Varför får inte jag jobba med det där?

(From Australia)

Hi Mate.


I am writing to you because I need your help to get me bloody pilot's license back. You keep telling me you got all the right contacts. Well now's your chance to make something happen for me because, mate, I'm bloody desperate.

But first, I'd better tell you what happened during my last flight review with the CAA Examiner.

On the phone, Ron (that's the CAA ****head) seemed a reasonable sort of a bloke. He politely reminded me of the need to do a flight review every two years. He even offered to drive out, have a look over my property and let me operate from my own strip. Naturally I agreed to that.

Anyway, Ron turned up last Wednesday. First up, he said he was a bit surprised to see the plane on a small strip outside my homestead, because the ALA (Authorised Landing Area) is about a mile away. I explained that because this strip was so close to the homestead, it was more convenient than the ALA, and despite the power lines crossing about midway down the strip, it's really not a problem to land and take-off, because at the halfway point down the strip you're usually still on the ground.

For some reason Ron seemed nervous. So, although I had done the pre-flight inspection only four days earlier, I decided to do it all over again. Because the p**ck was watching me carefully, I walked around the plane three times instead of my usual two.

My effort was rewarded because the colour finally returned to Ron"s cheeks. In fact, they went a bright red. In view of Ron's obviously better mood, l told him I was going to combine the test flight with some farm work, as I had to deliver three paddy calves from the home paddock to the main herd. After a bit of a chase I finally caught the calves and threw them into the back of the of Cessna 172. We climbed aboard, but Ron started getting onto me about weight and balance calculations and all that crap. Of course I knew that sort of thing was a waste of time because, calves like to move around a bit particularly when they see themselves 500 feet off the ground! So, it's bloody pointless trying to secure them as you know. However, I did tell Ron that he shouldn't worry as I always keep the trim wheel set on neutral to ensure we remain pretty stable at all stages throughout the flight.

Anyway, I started the engine and cleverly minimized the warm-up time by tramping hard on the brakes and gunning her to 2,500 rpm. I then discovered that Ron has very acute hearing, even though he was wearing a bloody headset. Through all that noise he detected a metallic rattle and demanded I account for it. Actually it began about a month ago and was caused by a screwdriver that fell down a hole in the floor and lodged in the fuel selector mechanism. The selector can't be moved now, but it doesn't matter because it's jammed on 'All tanks'. so I suppose that's Okay.

However, as Ron was obviously a nit-picker, I blamed the noise on vibration from a stainless steel thermos flask which I keep in a beaut little possie between the windshield and the magnetic compass. My explanation seemed to relax Ron, because he slumped back in the seat and kept looking up at the cockpit roof. I released the brakes to taxi out, but unfortunately the plane gave a leap and spun to the right. "Hell" I thought, "not the starboard wheel chock again".

The bump jolted Ron back to full alertness. He looked around just in time to see a rock thrown by the prop-wash disappear completely through the windscreen of his brand new Commodore. "Now I'm really in trouble", I thought.

While Ron was busy ranting about his car, l ignored his requirement that we taxi to the ALA, and instead took off under the power lines. Ron didn't say a word, at least not until the engine started coughing right at the lift off point, and then he bloody screamed his head off. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"

"Now take it easy, Ron" I told him firmly. "That often happens on take-off and there is a good reason for it". I explained patiently that I usually run the plane on standard MOGAS, but one day I accidentally put in a gallon or two of kerosene. To compensate for the low octane of the kerosene, I siphoned in a few gallons of super MOGAS and shook the wings up and down a few times to mix it up. Since then, the engine has been coughing a bit but in general it works just fine, if you know how to coax it properly.

Anyway, at this stage Ron seemed to lose all interest in my test flight. He pulled out some rosary beads, closed his eyes and became lost in prayer. (I didn't think anyone was a Catholic these days). I selected some nice music on the HF radio to help him relax.

Meanwhile, I climbed to my normal cruising attitude of 10,500 feet. I don't normally put in a flight plan or get the weather because. as you know getting FAX access out here is a flippin' joke and the weather is always 8/8 blue anyway. But since I had that near miss with a Saab 340,1 might have to change me thinking on that.

Anyhow, on leveling out, I noticed some wild camels heading into my improved pasture. I hate bloody camels, and always carry a loaded .303 clipped inside the door of the Cessna, just in case I see any of the bastards.

We were too high to hit them, but as a matter of principle, I decided to have a go through the open window. Mate, when I pulled the bloody rifle out, the effect on Ron was flippin' electric. As I fired the first shot his neck lengthened by about six inches and his eyes bulged like a rabbit with myxo. He really looked as if he had been jabbed with an electric cattle prod on full power. In fact, Ron's reaction was so distracting that I lost concentration for a second and the next shot went straight through the port tyre. Ron was a bit upset about the shooting (probably one of those pinko animal lovers I guess) so I decided not to tell him about our little problem with the tyre.

Shortly afterwards I located the main herd and decided to do my fighter pilot trick. Ron had gone back to praying when, in one smooth sequence, I pulled on full flaps, cut the power and started a sideslip from 10,500 feet down to 500 feet at 130 knots indicated (the last time I looked anyway) and the little needle rushed up to the red area on me ASI. What a buzz, mate! About half way through the descent I looked back in the cabin to see the calves gracefully suspended in mid air and mooing like crazy. I was going to comment on this unusual sight, but Ron looked a bit green and had rolled himself into the fetal position and was screamin' his freakin' head off. Mate, talk about being in a bloody zoo. You should've been there, it was so bloody funny!

At about 500 feet I leveled out, but for some reason we kept sinking. When we reached 50 feet I applied full power but nothin' happened; no noise no nothin'. Then, luckily, I heard me instructor's voice in me head saying `,carby heat, carby heat". So I pulled carby heat on and that helped quite a lot, with the engine finally regaining full power. Whew, that was really close, let me tell you!

Then mate. you'll never guess what happened next! As luck would have it, at that height we flew into a massive dust cloud caused by the cattle and suddenly went I.F. bloody R, mate. BJ, you would have been really proud of me as I didn't panic once, not once, but 1 did make a mental note to consider an instrument rating as soon as me gyro is repaired (something I've been meaning to do for a while now). Suddenly Ron's elongated neck and bulging eyes reappeared. His mouth opened wide, very wide, but no sound emerged. "'fake it easy," I told him, "we'll be out of this in a minute". Sure enough, about a minute later we emerged, still straight and level and still at 50 feet.

Admittedly I was surprised to notice that we were upside down, and I kept thinking to myself, "I hope Ron didn't notice that I had forgotten to set
the QNH when we were taxiing". This minor tribulation forced me to fly to a nearby valley in which I had to do a half roll to get upright again.

By now the main herd had divided into two groups leaving a narrow strip between them. "Ah!" I thought, "there's an omen. We'll land right there." Knowing that the tyre problem demanded a slow approach, I flew a couple of steep turns with full flap. Soon the stall warning horn was blaring so loud in me ear that I cut it's circuit breaker to shut it up, but by then I knew we were slow enough anyway. I turned steeply onto a 75 foot final and put her down with a real thud. Strangely enough, I had always thought you could only ground loop in a tail dragger but, as usual, l was proved wrong again!

Halfway through our third loop, Ron at last recovered his sense of humour. Talk about laugh. I've never seen the likes of it. He couldn't stop. We finally rolled to a halt and I released the calves, who bolted out of the aircraft like there was no tomorrow.

I then began picking clumps of dry grass. Between gut wrenching fits of laughter, Ron asked what I was doing. I explained that we had to stuff the port tyre with grass so we could fly back to the homestead. It was then that Ron really lost the plot and started running away from the aircraft. Can you believe it? The last time I saw him he was off into the distance, arms flailing in the air and still shrieking with laughter. I later heard that he had been confined to a psychiatric institution - poor bugger!

Anyhow mate, that's enough about Ron. The problem is I got this letter from CASA withdrawing, as they put it, my privileges to fly; until I have undergone a complete pilot training course again and undertaken another flight proficiency test.

Now I admit that I made a mistake in taxiing over the wheel chock and not setting the QNH using strip elevation, but I can't see what else I did that
was a so bloody bad that they have to withdraw me flamin' license. Can you?


Ralph H Bell
Mud Creek Plantation

Heldag på lokala sjöar idag. Underbart, inte så kallt så man led av det (utom under lunchpause, paddlingsskor leder kyla från underlaget rätt bra - skall fasen skaffa ett par galoscher i stl 48 att dra över!) men däremot mestadels strålande sol och lika strålande färger runtom sjöarna. Livet är rätt härligt ibland!

För att lugna oroliga läsare som kanske befarar att jag genomgått en personlighetsförändring och blivit friluftshuligan på heltid, istället för det mer normala datanörd med fokuseringsproblem, bifogar jag en Google Earth-fil över dagens övning. Friluftsliv i all ära, men någon form av elektronik måste man alltid ha med sig att leka med!

Klart läsvärd, och utan allt för mycket lull-lull runtomkring:

http://www.simhq.com/_air/PDF/air_099print.pdf

Diskussionen i Karlsborgs-LAN-tråden är nog en bra diskussion som vi behöver.

Visst är NoSiG idag ett kompisgäng! Det tycker jag är skitbra, allra helst när det är ett sånt gäng trevliga människor! Det som däremot är tråkigt är att det är ett rätt statiskt gäng. Jag skulle gärna se att vi var fler och att lite nya ansikten dök upp.

Den fråga vi behöver ställa oss är varför det inte händer? Marknadsföring är en sak. Vi får väl tyvärr konstatera att Obizz är förlorad till bilnördarnas värd (men vi får fasen lyckas samlas för den där fikan snart - isracing på Mantorp? ), och idag håller ingen efter hemsidan. Söker man på "flygsimulator" på Google är det helt säkert att man inte hittar NoSiG! Det vore nog en bra sak att styra upp. Det behövs kanske inte så mycket? En snygg men enkel sida som berättar vilka vi är, vår historia, vad vi gör idag och hur man kommer med? Jag kan tänka mig skriva, men jag hoppas någon annan kan göra en sida för annars blir jag tvungen att lära om det från grunden och det har jag vare sig tid med eller någon större lust att göra. Vi har ju kvar Obizz grafik som han säkert inte har något mot att låta oss fortsätta använda.

Sedan kanske lite aktiv marknadsföring? Vi är alla med i dussintalet andra mer eller mindre relevanta forum. Bannerexperten Rivvern kanske kunde mutas till att svänga ihop något vi kan ha i våra signaturer där, med en klatschig text om att simulatorintresserade i Norden är välkomna att titta in?

Slutligen, något att erbjuda folk som tittar in så de inte läser runt, ser "slutet gäng"-varningstecknen och lämnar igen? Jag brukar försöka marknadsföra NoSiG till simulatorfolk jag träffar. Många är nyfikna men resultatet har varit väldigt skralt. Kanske är det där de stannar?

Vad erbjuder vi, och hur gör vi det uppenbart för någon som tittar förbi? Återigen tänker jag webbsida. Det kanske är den största bristen de senaste åren? Syns man inte på Google så finns man inte?

Vilka är vår målgrupp? Fler likasinnade, givetvis, men vilka är de? I mina ögon är NoSiG väldigt brett, men den stora gemensamma nämnaren är ändå en rätt seriös inställning till simulatorer (även om 87th m fl givetvis lever på en lite annan nivå) och ett intresse för flyg och till viss del militaria. En av de stora fördelarna med NoSiG jämfört med andra virtuella grupper jag varit/är med i är just bredden. Andra ställen tenderar att vara inriktade på en eller två simulatorer, vilket gör att jag inte känner mig hemma där när jag har ett halvår med annan inriktning. Här finner man alltid ett hem, oavsett om det är Flight Sim, DCS-serien, Il-2/CloD, Falcon, bilracing eller sänka skepp som är det som fångar mitt intresse just för  stunden.

TS verkar vara en stor grej idag, vad jag än tycker om det (d v s illa ). Att TS är slutet kanske spelar en större roll än vi, eller i alla fall jag, tror? Jag har för mig att det fanns orsaker att vi inte har öppna delar av TS-servern, men kanske kunde vi samarbeta med Anrop där? Vi hoppar ju redan idag mellan servarna när vi kör Falcon. Forumen är rätt väsensskilda, så hopslagning kanske jag inte vare sig tror på eller önskar, men det finns ändå många gemensamma nämnare så förmodligen kunde bägge parter tjäna på att vi lade oss närmare varandra. Dubbel synlighet för både NoSiG och Anrop om vi såg till att länka till varandra? Sista veckorna har det blivit nästan löjligt, med folk som suttit och kört Falcon parallellt både på vår och Anrops TS.

Vad tänker ni andra? Hur satsar vi framåt?

Sedan har jag absolut inga ambitioner om att få hundratals medlemmar. Hellre inga nya medlemmar än fel nya medlemmar. Jag vill även i fortsättningen ha NoSiG som mitt fikabord på nätet, där jag kan sätta mig ner med kompisarna utan en massa tomtar som skall tjafsa. För att det skall fungera tror jag det är viktigt att man av och till träffas i den kalla, hårda verkligeten utanför Yllestrumporna. LAN, flygdagar, kanske försöka hitta lite intressanta studiebesök? Det behöver ju inte vara så avancerat. En lördag på Flygvapenmuseum, liksom...

Mvh,
   /Fredrik