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FYI: Dec 12 MythBusters: Airplane Hour
"LWG" wrote in
: The best MG story came from my boss. Years ago, he was a twenty-something, Air Force type. He found himself on the Long Island Expressway around 2:00 am, tooling down the road on a summer's night. The top was down, and he finished a cigarette. He flicked the butt high into the slipstream above the windshield. In a few minutes, he noticed an odd aroma. The smell got stronger with passing time. He looked behind him, and he saw that the tonneau cover was on fire, with the flames being fanned by the wind. He stopped in the middle of the LIE, trying to figure out what to do. He had nothing with him, except a few beers which he had drunk during the course of the evening. So, he stood up, turned around and unzipped. He put the fire out... Excellent. The Chinese MGs wil never be the same. Bertie |
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FYI: Dec 12 MythBusters: Airplane Hour
Funny thing. My old boss is an adminstrative law judge and retired some
time ago. He does get called back once in a blue moon. I happened to see him the day after I made this post, and told him that I wrote his story on this newsgroup. He added that he took the car into the insurance company, and there was this big round hole in the tonneau cover, and the rest of the back was saturated with pee. The adjuster just looked at him, shook his head and wrote him a check. This guy went through flight training in the Air Force. He wanted to be selected for fighters, but was sent to transports. He didn't want that, and arranged to get discharged in Europe. He bought a Vespa scooter, and spent months touring the "country" side. He could *tell* some stories-- the Swiss maids, the countess and her daughter on the train from Dusselldorf-- it was incredible. Later I learned some things from other sources which convinced me that every steamy, letters-to-Penthouse word of it was true. He was the Dudley Henriques of p***y. "Bertie the Bunyip" wrote in message .. . "LWG" wrote in : The best MG story came from my boss. Years ago, he was a twenty-something, Air Force type. He found himself on the Long Island Expressway around 2:00 am, tooling down the road on a summer's night. The top was down, and he finished a cigarette. He flicked the butt high into the slipstream above the windshield. In a few minutes, he noticed an odd aroma. The smell got stronger with passing time. He looked behind him, and he saw that the tonneau cover was on fire, with the flames being fanned by the wind. He stopped in the middle of the LIE, trying to figure out what to do. He had nothing with him, except a few beers which he had drunk during the course of the evening. So, he stood up, turned around and unzipped. He put the fire out... Excellent. The Chinese MGs wil never be the same. Bertie |
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FYI: Dec 12 MythBusters: Airplane Hour
"LWG" wrote in
: This guy went through flight training in the Air Force. He wanted to be selected for fighters, but was sent to transports. He didn't want that, and arranged to get discharged in Europe. He bought a Vespa scooter, and spent months touring the "country" side. He could *tell* some stories-- the Swiss maids, the countess and her daughter on the train from Dusselldorf-- it was incredible. I hate him. Bertie |
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FYI: Dec 12 MythBusters: Airplane Hour
Yeah, I was jealous as hell. When we would sit in his office, we could
always tell when there was a great story coming up. He had a picture of his lovely wife on the credenza behind his desk. He would place it face down before starting with the story, so she wasn't "looking" at him. The best semi-printable story was when he was invited to the Playboy mansion. He wound up in the grotto, looked up and saw these big silver half-spheres at the top. It got to be about 1 am and the grotto cleared out. The only other person there was a pretty young thing. He "dove right in" on the walkway beside the pool, underneath those large silver cicles. After they were done, he went up to the bar, which was full. He noticed that all the women and some of the men were nodding at him approvingly. He couldn't figure it out, since he was essentially crashing this party. That is-- until he made it to the actual bar counter to get a drink. Behind the bar, but low, were large plastic half spheres looking down into the grotto. The light made it look like they were mirrors -- but only from the grotto. From the bar, however, the view was crystal clear. "Bertie the Bunyip" wrote in message .. . "LWG" wrote in : This guy went through flight training in the Air Force. He wanted to be selected for fighters, but was sent to transports. He didn't want that, and arranged to get discharged in Europe. He bought a Vespa scooter, and spent months touring the "country" side. He could *tell* some stories-- the Swiss maids, the countess and her daughter on the train from Dusselldorf-- it was incredible. I hate him. Bertie |
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FYI: Dec 12 MythBusters: Airplane Hour
On Dec 21, 1:47*am, "LWG" wrote:
Yeah, I was jealous as hell. *When we would sit in his office, we could always tell when there was a great story coming up. *He had a picture of his lovely wife on the credenza behind his desk. *He would place it face down before starting with the story, so she wasn't "looking" at him. The best semi-printable story was when he was invited to the Playboy mansion. *He wound up in the grotto, looked up and saw these big silver half-spheres at the top. *It got to be about 1 am and the grotto cleared out. *The only other person there was a pretty young thing. *He "dove right in" on the walkway beside the pool, underneath those large silver cicles. After they were done, he went up to the bar, which was full. *He noticed that all the women and some of the men were nodding at him approvingly. *He couldn't figure it out, since he was essentially crashing this party. *That is-- until he made it to the actual bar counter to get a drink. *Behind the bar, but low, were large plastic half spheres looking down into the grotto.. The light made it look like they were mirrors -- but only from the grotto. From the bar, however, the view was crystal clear. Now I want to kill him! Bertie |
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