Alaskan bush pilots. Honestly, other than cutting your cheeks with a razor, affecting a Heidelberg accent, and wearing a silk scarf all the time, is there any way to pull chicks in a bar that can compare?
I admit that there’s more of a hint of Jimmy Buffet than Jimmy Doolittle about these fellows’ appearance. We can’t have everything, can we? Someone has to shop in Banana Republic, so you don’t have to.
Every New Year, every Intertunnel wag writes a top ten list of failed predictions from years past. Number one is always, “Where’s my flying car?” It’s up in Fairbanks, dude. Screw up your courage and go get it.
Military pilots are like 50% captains of the football team and 50% valedictorians rolled into one. Being wicked smaht isn’t enough. Being physically capable isn’t enough. You have to be able to pull a bunch of Gs while you’re doing all that thinking, after all. Lummoxes and poindexters need not apply. Then you have to ladle bravery, bordering recklessness, all over being smart and athletic to make the cut. Then, if you’re really dull in addition to all the other requirements we mentioned, you’re qualified to be an astronaut.
Building a 2/3 Scale Model of a P-51 Is Pretty Cool. Then He Goes and Climbs In It
Man, I thought it was one of those Guillow’s things at first. You know, put Tab A into Slot 14C and get cement all over your clothes and mom’s tabletop. That won’t cut it cut it with this guy. He built a 2/3 scale version of one of the coolest things ever made in America, the P-51 Mustang fighter plane from WW II.
My name is Max Power, and if you study with my eight-week program you will learn a system of pleasing all the ladies that I developed over two seasons of making hot chicks teeter on the edge of hysteria. It’s called Max Power Kwon Do! After one week with me in my eight-week program, you’ll be prepared to defend your airspace with the strength of a grizzly, the reflexes of a puma, and the wisdom of a man.