Warbirds for sale

[Enigma]

Take a look... :-o

http://www.courtesyaircraft.com/inventory%20table.htm

[ArtistsRifles]

Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh Theres some lovely bits of kit there!!!!

 

I'd love one of the Grumman TB3 Avengers - or the Saab Draaken or the Fairey Firefly or the Hawker Hunter or even the Hawker Sea Fury.......

 

Any one who wants to give me 50 years of presents all rolled into one can pick from one of those!! :-) :-) :-) :-)

[Snapper]

Go for the Skyraider. Then you can play with Rolling Thunder.

[ArtistsRifles]

If I had the TB3 I could do the Bermuda Triangle thing.... Probably make a lot of people happy in doing so.. :evil: :evil: :evil:

[Guest matt]

For me it would have to be the A-20G or the BT-13...or both 8-)

 

Matt.

[Bodge Deep]

I'm not greedy, I'll have the P51 in bits...

Anyone got a 20 foot long pair of pliers

and a 200 gallon tube of polystyrene cement i can borrow :-D

[Enigma]

I'd be happy to be a passenger!!

[AlienFTM]

I am upset that I cannot now even find an Airfix or Revell model of a Satrfighter, for, in the words of recruit von Trippenhoff:

 

Officer: So. You want to be a fighter pilot.

 

Recruit: A Starfighter pilot sir.

 

Officer: And why particularly the Starfighter?

 

Recruit: Because sir I am in love with this aircraft. This magnificent engine of steel and gleam.

 

Officer: That's very poetic. Please continue.

 

Recruit: This aerodynamic Delilah. Its uptilted wings and sidewinder rockets. Its clear curving cockpit cover, the whirling of dials and needles. The illustrious uniform of the Federal German Air Force. The click of heels in salute, the flare of the jacket, the wide, long-skirted hang of it, and oh, the low shiny peak of the cap.

 

Officer: I think that's enough.

 

Recruit: But sir, the danger, and the glory of death. A young and dashing life gone up in flames. Blonde maidens weeping. To die for one's country. To set forth in a silver lance to joust with the forces of darkness.

 

Officer: They don't always crash you know.

 

Recruit: It would be an honour to crash in such a plane.

 

Officer: To be mangled and scorched?

 

Recruit: To be hideously mutilated beyond the recognition of one's own mother.

 

Officer: Is that makeup you're wearing?

 

Recruit: No sir.

 

Officer: Are you sure that's not makeup.

 

Recruit: Makeup sir?

 

Officer: Makeup. Makeup. You know what makeup is. It's what ladies wear.

 

Recruit: Not all ladies wear makeup sir.

 

Officer: Well what's that black stuff around your eyes. Is that mascara?

 

Recruit: All right. I can see it's no good lying to you. I confess. It is mascara. Only a little bit.

 

Officer: What on Earth for?

 

Recruit: It's my mother sir.

 

Officer: Your mother?

 

Recruit: You see my mother was the first woman to fly the Atlantic in a (pause) Gaseo Glider.

 

Officer: A Gaseo Glider?

 

Recruit: A machine of my father's invention. You see he was too much of a professional aeronautical inventor to actually fly it himself, so my mother took it, and tried to fly it singlehanded across the Atlantic.

 

Officer: What happened?

 

Recruit: She...she crashed. Spun down into the sea and was never seen again. They found only her false eyelashes, floating. And so, you see, ever since I have worn mascara in her sacred memory.

 

Officer: I see.

 

Recruit: Well sir. Do I get a plane?

 

Officer: In view of the confession you have just made, which must have taken a great deal of courage, I consider you an ideal type for the job. There's a plane waiting for you on the runway. The sergeant will give you an instruction manual on the way out. Oh, and by the way, Von Trippenhopf...

 

Recruit: Sir?

 

Officer: Don't let the CO catch you wearing makeup on duty. At least not in uniform, you understand.

 

Recruit: But sir...

 

Officer: Alright then. But very subtly applied is that clear?

 

Recruit: I understand sir.

 

Officer: Right Oh, Von Trippenhopf

 

Recruit: Righty Oh sir.

 

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