MooChooser

182s have doors that open upwards towards the wing. During climb there should be no reason for the max door open speed to be reached or exceeded. It will however reduce climb performance. I was under the impression that if an aircraft door was to be opened in flight, all occupants must be wearing a parachute. I fly a twin jump aircraft and to be honest, there isnt enough room between the back of the seat and the yolk to fit me and a rig. When I flew 182s, I would always wear a rig. In a situation where a pilot might want to get out of an aircraft I'd definitely rate my chances higer in the 182. In fact, I dont think I'd have any chance of getting out of the twin in a "tails been ripped off" situation.

I see question marks but im not sure what youre asking. Do you want someone to pick a jumpsuit for you?

Id have to say that the best breakfast ive had in a very long time is a Perris Bombshelter Kitchen sink omelette. I discovered those bad boys last week. Theyre so good.

I think the correct word would be atypical

When I was living out in the states I was shocked at the level of censorship you guys have over there. Its bordering on insane. One instance that sticks in my mind was in The Matrix. The part where Keanu says "ill give you the finger and you give me my phone call" was dubbed to say flipper instead of finger. WTF?

Meh, I dont really understand what flight sim is all about. Its just so god damned boring. It definitely helps with learning the procedures at different airports but to be honest thats pretty much it. What about the people who dont use it for practice? Do you really simulate long haul 747 flights for fun?

Even if it had been drugs, how is it a risk to airport security? The security people should stick to security issues, like catching people with fingernail files or old men carrying on their Medals of Honor. Im not saying its a risk to security, but obviously airport security personnel are the ones who have to deal with it. Infact that in itself could be seen as a risk to airport security. Distracting security from their job. If enough people choose to carry fake drugs onto planes at the same time, getting away with the serious shit suddenly becomes a lot easier.

She obviously wanted the security staff to believe she was smuggling drugs. She didnt think it through and she paid the price. In my opinion 3 weeks isnt a big deal considering that she no doubt took a proportion of airport security away from their duties for fun. What the fuck was she thinking? It is likely that an example was made of her to prevent other dumb shits from trying the same "joke." I hope she loses her case.

Found some. www.etravelinsure.com it was £24 for 10 days. the second cheapest i found was £85.

Anyone know a good place to get travel insurance online in britain that covers skydiving in the US?

Bwahahahaa

Thank god you just happened not to be wearing a shirt when you took those pics. You have a beautiful torso my friend, a beautiful torso.

Everyone seems to be forgetting the most important point here. Velocities are cool. The smaller the better. Don't listen to these guys.

Come on.... Skydiving is an expensive sport. How do you manage to get any done after you've given all your money and posessions to the needy?

I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to all though tasteless, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ss-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my arsecheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with somepaper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold. I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey, this is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea. I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my arse of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn babe. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My arse was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over. Little did I know. I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for clarse. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two arsecheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to clarse. Eventually, I thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poop -molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after clarse, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky poop/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm. Unfortunately, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my arse off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering poop/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my arse cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own poop blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks." Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my arse at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for arse-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my arsecheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil. As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your arse having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony. Copied+pasted BTW.

I think Stephen Hawking is better at it than most and he doesn't appear to accept what you stated above. Stephen Hawking: A Brief History of Time Seems to me you just quoted a passage that supports my statement.

Time is not as rigid as a lot of people think. There was no "before" the big bang. The human mind has a hard time coping with infinity. But it wasnt science itself that first convinced you there was a god, Its just reinforcing your religious views right?

Micro, you're obviously a religious man. Were your parents religious or did you choose it for yourself? Either way, what is it that keeps you religious? This is really the question I was asking. It seems that as time goes on religion evolves to fit better into the world around it. Does this mean that they were wrong in the beginning or that religion is a non specific idea open to individual interpretation? If so, then why stick so vehemently to ones ideas? What do the religious ones among us think about this theory?

What makes any of you think that abc news paints an accurate picture of how things are in Iraq anyway?

And that works for you, so it's all good. I figure people should believe whatever they want, as long as part of their belief doesn't include shoving it down the throats of those who believe differently. I object to proselytizing for atheism as much as I object to proselytizing for one's religion. Although this may seem a gratuitous swipe at your post, I figure that it's only fair given that I whacked Windcatcher et al. for doing exactly what you just did. To me, it's just as distasteful from one side as it is the other. rl P.S. to micro: Yes, Michael, cavemen had religion, of sorts. At the very least, they had spiritual beliefs. (I can't really tell if you're being a smartass or not, so I took it as straightforward incredulity. If otherwise, feel free to make fun of me.) P.P.S. Avery can witness to me any hour of the day or night. It's not going to change me, but anything he has to say, I listen. I am not proselytizing nor am I an atheist. I'm just curious as to what it is that would make someone religious. The concept of religion just seems absurd to me.

No im not mocking those who believe in god. I just want to know why they do. It seems that in order to end up religious, you need to be raised that way or use it as a means to overcome some kind of affliction/trauma. A generalisation I know, but it is certainly the case for well over 99% of the worlds religious population. Very few of the worlds religious people entered their religions with an objective point of view about it.

So, how can so many people still be religious in this day and age? I can understand why cave men/women might need religion to explain the mysteries of the world, but now we have science and more developed brains for that. As far as I can tell there is absolutely no reason to "believe". I'm open minded and won't dismiss anything without consideration, but it seems religion is just an advanced form of denial. For those of you who are religious, what is it that makes you so sure that all of those hours in church are not spent in vain?

One more post then I think its beer for everyone right? Just leave mine behind the bar at Langar, i'll be there sometime soon. Cheers.

Cups are an american measurement. We use Grams and milliliters here in britain.

Haha, yea. My first few sl rigs had round reserves.