Original Posted By: fishin
Not about Piets but its about flying and Christmas.Merry Christmas.Bob Seibert>________________________________________________________________________________
Pietenpol-List: Santa Hombuilt?
Pietenpol-List: Re: Santa Hombuilt?
Original Posted By: Gordon Brimhall
a nice piece of enjoyable reading.from the lack of traffic on this chat pageit apppears we were all deep into finishing up our Christmas shopping.now that the shopping craze is completed I want to take a moment to wish oneand all of you Piet buffs a very merry Christmas and a happy and prosperousnew year.JoeCZion, Illinois>Not about Piets but its about flying and Christmas.>Merry Christmas.>Bob Seibert>> > Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,> Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.> The aircraft were fastened to tiedowns with care,> In hopes that come morning, they all would be there.> > The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,> While peak gusts from two-zero reached 39 knots.> And I at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,> Had just settled comfortably down on my butt.> When over the radio, there arose such a clatter,> I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.> > A voice clearly heard over static and snow,> Asked for clearance to land at the airport below.> He barked out his transmission so lively and quick,> I could have sworn the call sign he used was "St. Nick."> > Away to the window I flew like a flash,> Sure that it was only Horizon's late Dash.> Then he called his position, and there could be no denial,> "This is St. Nicholas One," and "I'm turning on final."> > When what to my wondering eyes should appear,> A Rutan Sleigh and eight Rotax reindeer.> > He flew the approach, on glideslopes he came,> As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:> "Now Rengo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!> On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'?> > Those last couple of fixes left controllers confused,> They called down to the office to give me the news,> The message they left was both urgent and dour:> "When Santa lands, could he please call the tower?"> > He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparkling,> Then I heard "Exit at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking."> So up to the offices the coursers they flew,> With loud airplane noise, and St. Nicholas, too.> > He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,> I had run out to him with my best set of chocks.> > He was dressed all in fur, which was covered with frost,> And his beard was all blackened from reindeer exhaust.> His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,> And he smoked on a pipe, but he didn't inhale.> > He had a broad face and his armpits were smelly,> And his boots were as black as a cropduster's belly.> > He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old fool,> And he kindly informed me that he needed some fuel.> A wink of his eye and a twist of his toes,> Led me to know he was desperate to powder his nose.> > I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,> And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.> > He came out of the restroom with a sigh of relief,> And then picked up the phone for a flight service brief.> And I thought, as he silently scribed in his log,> That with Rudolph, he could land in eighth-mile and fog.> > Next, he completed his preflight, from the front to the rear,> Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell "Clear!"> And laying a finger on his push-talk,> He called up the tower for his clearance and squawk.> "Straight out two-zero," the tower called forth,> "And watch for a Cessna straight in from the North."> > But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he climbed in the night,> "Happy Christmas to all, I have traffic in sight."> >>>>________________________________________________________________________________
a nice piece of enjoyable reading.from the lack of traffic on this chat pageit apppears we were all deep into finishing up our Christmas shopping.now that the shopping craze is completed I want to take a moment to wish oneand all of you Piet buffs a very merry Christmas and a happy and prosperousnew year.JoeCZion, Illinois>Not about Piets but its about flying and Christmas.>Merry Christmas.>Bob Seibert>> > Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,> Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.> The aircraft were fastened to tiedowns with care,> In hopes that come morning, they all would be there.> > The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,> While peak gusts from two-zero reached 39 knots.> And I at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,> Had just settled comfortably down on my butt.> When over the radio, there arose such a clatter,> I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.> > A voice clearly heard over static and snow,> Asked for clearance to land at the airport below.> He barked out his transmission so lively and quick,> I could have sworn the call sign he used was "St. Nick."> > Away to the window I flew like a flash,> Sure that it was only Horizon's late Dash.> Then he called his position, and there could be no denial,> "This is St. Nicholas One," and "I'm turning on final."> > When what to my wondering eyes should appear,> A Rutan Sleigh and eight Rotax reindeer.> > He flew the approach, on glideslopes he came,> As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:> "Now Rengo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!> On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'?> > Those last couple of fixes left controllers confused,> They called down to the office to give me the news,> The message they left was both urgent and dour:> "When Santa lands, could he please call the tower?"> > He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparkling,> Then I heard "Exit at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking."> So up to the offices the coursers they flew,> With loud airplane noise, and St. Nicholas, too.> > He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,> I had run out to him with my best set of chocks.> > He was dressed all in fur, which was covered with frost,> And his beard was all blackened from reindeer exhaust.> His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,> And he smoked on a pipe, but he didn't inhale.> > He had a broad face and his armpits were smelly,> And his boots were as black as a cropduster's belly.> > He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old fool,> And he kindly informed me that he needed some fuel.> A wink of his eye and a twist of his toes,> Led me to know he was desperate to powder his nose.> > I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,> And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.> > He came out of the restroom with a sigh of relief,> And then picked up the phone for a flight service brief.> And I thought, as he silently scribed in his log,> That with Rudolph, he could land in eighth-mile and fog.> > Next, he completed his preflight, from the front to the rear,> Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell "Clear!"> And laying a finger on his push-talk,> He called up the tower for his clearance and squawk.> "Straight out two-zero," the tower called forth,> "And watch for a Cessna straight in from the North."> > But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he climbed in the night,> "Happy Christmas to all, I have traffic in sight."> >>>>________________________________________________________________________________
Pietenpol-List: Re: Santa Hombuilt?
Original Posted By: Phil Peck
Thanks JoeI too want to wish all Piet People a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.My Wife has got all the goodies for the 7 GrandKids and I rec my three sets ofplans and also the 1932 Flying & Glider manual to me for Christmas.So I am now building my Wing Rib Jig for both my Ultralite Piet and the RealPiet.GordonRW1 Baby PietDaddy Pietfishin wrote:> a nice piece of enjoyable reading.from the lack of traffic on this chat page> it apppears we were all deep into finishing up our Christmas shopping.> now that the shopping craze is completed I want to take a moment to wish one> and all of you Piet buffs a very merry Christmas and a happy and prosperous> new year.> JoeC> Zion, Illinois>> >Not about Piets but its about flying and Christmas.> >Merry Christmas.> >Bob Seibert> >> > >> > Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,> > Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.> > The aircraft were fastened to tiedowns with care,> > In hopes that come morning, they all would be there.> >> > The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,> > While peak gusts from two-zero reached 39 knots.> > And I at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,> > Had just settled comfortably down on my butt.> > When over the radio, there arose such a clatter,> > I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.> >> > A voice clearly heard over static and snow,> > Asked for clearance to land at the airport below.> > He barked out his transmission so lively and quick,> > I could have sworn the call sign he used was "St. Nick."> >> > Away to the window I flew like a flash,> > Sure that it was only Horizon's late Dash.> > Then he called his position, and there could be no denial,> > "This is St. Nicholas One," and "I'm turning on final."> >> > When what to my wondering eyes should appear,> > A Rutan Sleigh and eight Rotax reindeer.> >> > He flew the approach, on glideslopes he came,> > As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:> > "Now Rengo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!> > On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'?> >> > Those last couple of fixes left controllers confused,> > They called down to the office to give me the news,> > The message they left was both urgent and dour:> > "When Santa lands, could he please call the tower?"> >> > He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparkling,> > Then I heard "Exit at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking."> > So up to the offices the coursers they flew,> > With loud airplane noise, and St. Nicholas, too.> >> > He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,> > I had run out to him with my best set of chocks.> >> > He was dressed all in fur, which was covered with frost,> > And his beard was all blackened from reindeer exhaust.> > His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,> > And he smoked on a pipe, but he didn't inhale.> >> > He had a broad face and his armpits were smelly,> > And his boots were as black as a cropduster's belly.> >> > He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old fool,> > And he kindly informed me that he needed some fuel.> > A wink of his eye and a twist of his toes,> > Led me to know he was desperate to powder his nose.> >> > I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,> > And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.> >> > He came out of the restroom with a sigh of relief,> > And then picked up the phone for a flight service brief.> > And I thought, as he silently scribed in his log,> > That with Rudolph, he could land in eighth-mile and fog.> >> > Next, he completed his preflight, from the front to the rear,> > Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell "Clear!"> > And laying a finger on his push-talk,> > He called up the tower for his clearance and squawk.> > "Straight out two-zero," the tower called forth,> > "And watch for a Cessna straight in from the North."> >> > But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he climbed in the night,> > "Happy Christmas to all, I have traffic in sight."> > >>> >> >________________________________________________________________________________
Thanks JoeI too want to wish all Piet People a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.My Wife has got all the goodies for the 7 GrandKids and I rec my three sets ofplans and also the 1932 Flying & Glider manual to me for Christmas.So I am now building my Wing Rib Jig for both my Ultralite Piet and the RealPiet.GordonRW1 Baby PietDaddy Pietfishin wrote:> a nice piece of enjoyable reading.from the lack of traffic on this chat page> it apppears we were all deep into finishing up our Christmas shopping.> now that the shopping craze is completed I want to take a moment to wish one> and all of you Piet buffs a very merry Christmas and a happy and prosperous> new year.> JoeC> Zion, Illinois>> >Not about Piets but its about flying and Christmas.> >Merry Christmas.> >Bob Seibert> >> > >> > Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,> > Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.> > The aircraft were fastened to tiedowns with care,> > In hopes that come morning, they all would be there.> >> > The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,> > While peak gusts from two-zero reached 39 knots.> > And I at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,> > Had just settled comfortably down on my butt.> > When over the radio, there arose such a clatter,> > I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.> >> > A voice clearly heard over static and snow,> > Asked for clearance to land at the airport below.> > He barked out his transmission so lively and quick,> > I could have sworn the call sign he used was "St. Nick."> >> > Away to the window I flew like a flash,> > Sure that it was only Horizon's late Dash.> > Then he called his position, and there could be no denial,> > "This is St. Nicholas One," and "I'm turning on final."> >> > When what to my wondering eyes should appear,> > A Rutan Sleigh and eight Rotax reindeer.> >> > He flew the approach, on glideslopes he came,> > As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:> > "Now Rengo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!> > On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'?> >> > Those last couple of fixes left controllers confused,> > They called down to the office to give me the news,> > The message they left was both urgent and dour:> > "When Santa lands, could he please call the tower?"> >> > He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparkling,> > Then I heard "Exit at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking."> > So up to the offices the coursers they flew,> > With loud airplane noise, and St. Nicholas, too.> >> > He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,> > I had run out to him with my best set of chocks.> >> > He was dressed all in fur, which was covered with frost,> > And his beard was all blackened from reindeer exhaust.> > His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,> > And he smoked on a pipe, but he didn't inhale.> >> > He had a broad face and his armpits were smelly,> > And his boots were as black as a cropduster's belly.> >> > He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old fool,> > And he kindly informed me that he needed some fuel.> > A wink of his eye and a twist of his toes,> > Led me to know he was desperate to powder his nose.> >> > I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,> > And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.> >> > He came out of the restroom with a sigh of relief,> > And then picked up the phone for a flight service brief.> > And I thought, as he silently scribed in his log,> > That with Rudolph, he could land in eighth-mile and fog.> >> > Next, he completed his preflight, from the front to the rear,> > Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell "Clear!"> > And laying a finger on his push-talk,> > He called up the tower for his clearance and squawk.> > "Straight out two-zero," the tower called forth,> > "And watch for a Cessna straight in from the North."> >> > But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he climbed in the night,> > "Happy Christmas to all, I have traffic in sight."> > >>> >> >________________________________________________________________________________