By the time this post goes up, I should be strapped into a large metal tube preparing to hurtle through the air at ridiculous speeds to get myself home. Only two take-offs and landings before I'm safely back in the Volksrepublik, and I've got to say, as great as Vegas is, I sure will be glad to be home. I'm going to have a LOT of followup to do, a lot of leads to chase down and folks to e-mail about this and that, as well as adding new folks to the blogroll. (Side note: If you're not following FateofDestinee you should be - she's smart, funny, and knows her way around firearms. And she's a college kid!)
Anyways, it'll be good to get home, even if home is in the Volksrepublik of Massachusetts...
That is all.
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Not just any metal tube, either. A metal tube holding thousands of gallons of kerosene. It's amazing what we can teach ourselves to not think about.
A metal tube filled with air that EVERYONE ELSE has breathed. Including that old guy hacking up his guts back in row Z.
Safe trip! ;-)
Hope you brought back some Heat. Awful lot of Global Warming to Shovel when you get Home.
And don't forget the pressure differential between the air inside the tube and the very thin air outside of the tube. Some early British jets had problems with spontaneous, explosive decompression at high altitude that was tracked back to poor design coupled with metal fatigue. Word on the street is that the airplane builders have pretty well fixed that one. More or less. I think. Oh, never mind.
- Brad
I. Hate. You. All.
Plus some of you ate Colorado Chili, with beans - not for pre-flight or in-flight use.
WV: bodsto - how much gas can yo bod sto?
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