Nevím jestli budu přes vánoce pravidleně u počítače, tak vám chci tímto všem popřát hezke svátky.
Takže krásný a veselý, chlapi (a dívky)!
PS. Při nedávném browsení po netu jsem narazil na tenhle kus letecké poezie - jsou tam letadla i vánoce, tak tu basničku užijte.
Christmas Morning
'Twas early morn Christmas, and all through my home,
Not a creature was stirring, not one little gnome.
My wife was asleep, no babies were crying;
That decided my plans--I'm gonna go flying!
I put on some coffee and broke out the maps,
While the family continued their long winter naps.
The keyboard was fuzzy through dark sleepy eyes,
While my modem called DUATS to check on the skies.
No storms due today, the weather brief said
As I sipped at the coffee to clear out my head.
"It looks like I'm on," I thought with a grin,
And I packed my black bag, throwing everything in.
The plotter, the chart case, the old E6B,
The headset, the checklists, and a jacket for me.
I sprang out the door, down the stairs to the car,
Thinking "Boy, I'm sure lucky the airport's not far."
I pulled out the books for the plane I would fly,
And started to check her out safe for the sky.
I glanced through the documents, reading them through,
The ARROW's all there (Yup, the weight/balance too!).
I flipped on the master, selected COM One
To copy the ATIS (and now starts the fun!).
I got info Alpha, the first of the day,
And carefully noted the active runway.
I cranked the ignition, the Bendix took hold
As hot greasy smoke belched into the cold.
The mixture adjustment I slid down to lean
As the oil gauge needle moved into the green.
I contacted Ground on COM radio Two,
"I'm ready to taxi, Merry Christmas to you."
I know that's not protocol FAA stuff
But the folks in our tower are friendly enough.
She answered, "Good morning, how are you today?
Let me know if you see the old elf in his sleigh!"
I chuckled at Ground Control's holiday glee
As she pleasantly cleared, "Taxi to Runway Three."
I forward the throttle, the gyros they whine,
And jockey the pedals to stay on the line.
Follow blue lights till the threshold was near,
Then brake to a halt for the run-up right here.
On magneto one and then magneto two,
On carb heat! Off carb heat! (It can happen to you).
Check primer lock, temperature, breakers all in;
Set VOR frequency--all dialed in.
I called up the tower, reported I'm ready;
This is the time that I start feeling heady.
The tower responded, "You're clear to depart."
Lights! Camera! Action! We're off with a start!
The throttle's wide open, I let out a mutter.
Oops--torque and P-factor--a little right rudder.
Airspeed climbed right to the rotation V,
And I slipped surly bonds just like Johnny Magee.
I climbed to my altitude, trimmed her on out,
Looked through my windscreen and let out a shout.
For what to my sky-scanning eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer?
No Lycoming pistons, no turbines to roar;
Just eight pairs of antlers for thrust, nothing more.
With an old aviator, so lively and quick,
I thought for a moment, "I must be airsick."
He passed off my port, but below quite a piece,
Flying odd-plus-five-hundred (he's VFR east).
I tuned in a frequency, Traffic Control,
And his voice met my ears, but not jolly or droll.
"Approach Control, this is North Pole one-two-three.
I'd like to be cleared now to enter Class B.
You've had me here holding for quite a long while,
And I'm having some trouble maintaining my smile."
"I've lots of nice toys for the kids in your town,
But you're not being helpful at bringing me down.
I've repeatedly done as you've asked me, now why . . ."
And Approach interrupted, "Aircraft calling, standby."
I looked to the north, where he'd circled around;
He flipped that sleigh over and dove for the ground.
A more flawless split-S your eyes haven't seen
As he cracked a whip thunderously over his team.
I banked to the left to better my view,
As Santa adeptly maneuvered his crew
Toward rooftops and chimneys, where, awaiting his toys,
Slept the future of flying--little girls and boys.
He made some low strafing runs, Mach one or two,
Then climbed toward the stars, how those antlered cows flew!
I circled twice more as I gathered my wits;
Needless to say, I was shaken to bits.
I turned to the east as I headed for home,
While the sky turned to pink, and the sun formed its dome.
The airplane flew quickly with such a light load,
As the soft lights below me still silently glowed.
I crabbed on a bearing, maintained one-two-zero,
As I mused on the small aeronautical hero
Dropping his presents to children that way,
(Made moot by his dealings with our FAA).
I turned base to final and greased her on in,
A beautiful touchdown, self-satisfied grin.
I'd taxied off active, and past the hold-short,
When the radio caused my thoughts to abort.
"Hi, welcome back, it's a beautiful day."
The Ground Control lady then went on to say,
"Do you need to fuel up at the gasoline bay?
And, oh, did you see the old elf in his sleigh?"
My left thumb reached quickly the push-to-talk switch,
My thoughts, all aflutter, leapt every way which.
Then just as abruptly I jerked it away,
As I thought about just what I ought now to say.
Should I tell her that, yes, the spry jolly old man
Shot past in his sleigh like a red turbofan?
"Repeat the transmission," I heard from Approach
That caused him to flip his Citabria coach?
I mused in my mind just what I should say
To the Ground Control lady that fine Christmas day.
I considered it long and I pondered it hard;
When my thoughts finally poised on my medical card.
If I told my odd tale to any official,
He'd yank my certificate quick as a whistle.
So I keyed on the mike, and I said, nice and slow,
"No, I'll just taxi back to the FBO."
I shut down the powerplant, packed up my gear,
Chained her back down for the rest of the year.
Hopped in the car and headed for home,
But boy, I was feeling unsure and alone.
I got to the house, walked in through the door
And the first thing I saw was some glass on the floor.
I looked to my wife, "What hit the front room?"
She said, "Didn't you hear it? That huge sonic boom?
I figured the Air Force boys had to be flying;
The noise was so loud, the kids were all crying.
The window was shattered in so many shards,
And it even knocked over the holiday cards!
But never mind that," she said with a grin,
"The kids are excited to have you back in.
They've seen all the gifts you put under the tree,
And I saw the one you left special for me."
And below the green tree there were gifts, it was true,
Even stuffed in the stockings that hung from the flue.
Each of the boxes were wrapped on the floor
In bright paper and ribbons--I'd not seen before.
I felt sort of woozy and sat in a chair;
It seemed that I couldn't get quite enough air.
I stared at the glass that was still on the floor,
And gazed at the presents that weren't there before.
She asked, "Are you sure that you're feeling all right?
You're looking all pale--quite ashen and white."
Should I tell her what I had seen early that day?
Nope, she might make a call to the F-double-A.
Vsechno nejlepsi, vesely vanoce a stastny novy rok.
P.S. na ukazku, jak se preje v americe :
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pánové, štastné a veselé ))není toho letos moc na co bych mohl být za sebe hrdý, ale i to málo snad bylo k něčemu dobré )) tak ať se vám daří a na silvestra a okolní dny to nepřežeňte )):sm13::sm14:
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I love them. 
