Great Story Andy,

As a freshman in High School I was told about older school mates that
were running for their lives as the "air scouts" had the bright idea
of "dropping" hard candy out the window of their C150 during the
football rally. :-( Can anybody figure out what the terminal velocity
from a thousand feet of a jawbreaker or bubble gum is for me? It's
got to be over a hundred! The FAA decided it was enough for a
violation/suspension of the offending air scouts. This gave someone
the sinister idea my senior year of dropping paper leaflets during the
noon time rally for the big game that night against the rival high
school. But as is the case with all bank robberies or arial attacks
for that matter, nothing ever goes entirely according to plan. The
injured pair of former players decided that to really upstage the
foolish former attack they had to get the gov to pay for a lot of this
mischief. Terry Roenfelt's mom worked at the county, so he spent all
night printing and cutting up a black trash bag full of 3x5's that the
pair had designed earlier in the week in drafting class. These
leaflets had slogans on them like "hang the Hillmen" (the rival team)
Seniors rule, Sophmores suck, and named certain male organ
resemblances to the school principle's er… head. Terry's pilot, third
string receiver and defensive end with a wet PPL, rolled up to his
house in the morning in his el Camino fully expecting his accomplice
to puss out. But there was 5ft 1 in, 225 lb Terry in the morning fog,
gripping a trash bag nearly as big around as he was. "We going to go
through with this?" :^D Neither fiend could possibly back out now.
It was now strictly a matter of peer pressure!

The dastardly duo, decked out in their torn green jerseys and Jap
Kamikaze headbands hot rod-ed their way to the scene of the crime. An
unmarked STOL strip on a ridge. The vehicle barely made it up the
mountain that day since it was still muddy. They loaded up and
discovered that the nose tire was nearly flat. Damn. Gotta stop by a
paved airport and get some air before the damn thing goes all the way
flat. But this would produce unwanted witnesses and put the crime at
least five minutes behind rally dismissal! At least the fog burned
off. Gotta cut some corners. Instead of a normal departure over the
river the PPL decides to make a 45 degree bank after t/o down a ravine
to save time. Uh, Oh! Nose pitches down and duo misses the brush on
the recovery by not much at all! (Upon later reflection, would
realize this was his first unplanned accel. stall!) But Terry thought
it was all part of the gag! No need to tell him. Get tire air in
front of witnesses and then it's full throttle the five miles up to
the school which revealed that few people remained for the bombing.
Damn. The duo set up anyway, opened the C150 window, took it to
redline and the call was made to start dumping prior to the school
(gotta allow for papers sucking behind the aircraft, right? Hmm, not
sure. And is there a crosswind? forgot to check. But Terry gets
fouled up with the bag and by the time he gets done shaking it we're….
ahem, I mean… by the time he gets done shaking it *they're* 20 ft
over the rooftops. The duo pulls up and looks back. It's an amazing
cloud of little white particles suspended in space, each flickering in
the sunlight. It also appears to be a direct hit. But the wind is
drifting it off (illusion from our angle.) ****. What a couple of
dumb****s! Buzzed the school and missed! To make matters worse, Terry
discovers that about a quarter of the bag didn't get dumped. So he
shakes it over some poor farmers house before I can object. No
matter, now it's time to land, and get back into class ASAP.


The dejected duo, arrives at high speed about like the dukes of
hazard, to confirm the bad news: not a single goddang paper on the
ground! "Never mind the shame for missing Terry" the sage 18 yr old
pilot says, "we'll just deny the mission ever happened, yeah, that's
the ticket!"

Just then the bell rings and the dumb-**** duo stares blankly at their
would-have-been worshippers filing out of the classrooms. Then they
guawk at each other with amazement as they both realize that nearly
every student has a 3x5 pinned to their shirt or tapped to their
bookbags. Fame, Fortune, Admiration and pussy surely await the
dashing duo now!

Oh yeah, the cops were dispatched to at least two airports, the
drafting teacher recognized the leaflets as our handy work in his
class the day before, and it was discovered we were absent from the
first two classes. But nobody blew our cover at the tire-fill up
airport. I've liked civilian pilots ever since. We weren't heroes
though because outside a small circle of pals and faculty, no-one
believed we did it (except the drafting teacher who screamed in class:
"you could have killed 2000 people!" Told him I'd discuss it after
class. Bell rang, I split!) And lucky for me, the call from the FAA
to help me never came!

pacplyer

(hope you've enjoyed my fictional story!)




Andy Asberry wrote in message . ..
I was telling some of the recent stories to a friend who is not
computer literate. He had one of his own.

In the early sixties, he and his cousin worked for the newspaper in
Amarillo. They had worked all Saturday night. There was a family
reunion Sunday at his Grandpa's farm north of Amarillo. When they got
off Sunday morning, they climbed into his old Stinson and headed for
the farm. Of course, they took a Sunday paper for Grandpa.

As they approached the farm, they could see it had rained the night
before. He normally landed on the road between two fields that ran
from the county road up to the house. He was afraid it might be muddy
so he buzzed the house a time or two. That brought everyone out into
the yard. There was a lot of waving but he didn't know if they were
waving him off or waving him down.

They decide they will write a note on the newspaper and drop it
between the house and barn. A note: Can we land on the lane? was
attached to the paper with many rubber bands.

He pulled her up almost to a stall and tucked over into a steep dive
for the bomb run. Cuz punched the paper out. He pulled out and banked
around just in time to see the explosion. Newspaper and cedar shingles
filled the air around a gaping hole in Grandpa's front porch roof.

That day is now referred to as the roofing reunion.