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SRQ: Nov 9, 2009

have they made the tanks fun yet.

combined arms with a friend plane and me tank has always been an interest

t-80u is here to snip but broke down and missed it's chance

# ? Feb 27, 2020 00:20

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# ? Jun 7, 2024 22:23

Sagebrush: Feb 26, 2012; ERM... Actually I have stellar scores on the surveys, and every year students tell me that my classes are the best ones they’ve ever taken.

fs2020 confirms that it will include the deadliest warbird of all time

also here's a gorgeous photo of Edwards Air Force Base. the markings on the lakebed are real, made with asphalt; they lay out runways intended for landings by hypersonic spaceplanes and other experimental aircraft. also that is the largest compass rose in the world.

microsoft please release the alpha access to me already. if you don't do this i will have to go outside. it's a public health emergency. you cannot afford to let this slide

# ? Mar 27, 2020 00:21

Jabor: Jul 16, 2010; #1 Loser at SpaceChem

Sagebrush posted:

microsoft please release the alpha access to me already. if you don't do this i will have to go outside. it's a public health emergency. you cannot afford to let this slide

# ? Mar 27, 2020 02:05

Jabor: Jul 16, 2010; #1 Loser at SpaceChem

also i borrowed some pedals from a coworker shortly before we all got booted out of the office, so I'm all set for something more immersive than a twist rudder

though i've been loving around a bit in dcs and, coordinating your turns is a bit of a pain when you can't actually feel whether or not you're coordinated.

# ? Mar 27, 2020 02:07

Sagebrush: Feb 26, 2012; ERM... Actually I have stellar scores on the surveys, and every year students tell me that my classes are the best ones they’ve ever taken.

you don't really need to coordinate your turns in modern jets anyway -- the FCS does it for you. you use the pedals for last-second cannon aim adjustments or taxiing.

if you mean you're flying the P-51 then yeah tell me about it. all those ww2 fighter pilots must have had crazy beefy right legs

# ? Mar 27, 2020 02:35

Farmer Crack-Ass: Jan 2, 2001; this is me posting irl

Sagebrush posted:

fs2020 confirms that it will include the deadliest warbird of all time

also here's a gorgeous photo of Edwards Air Force Base. the markings on the lakebed are real, made with asphalt; they lay out runways intended for landings by hypersonic spaceplanes and other experimental aircraft. also that is the largest compass rose in the world.

microsoft please release the alpha access to me already. if you don't do this i will have to go outside. it's a public health emergency. you cannot afford to let this slide

oh that's gorgeous. won't someone please make a space shuttle mod so i can glide that big brick in on approach

# ? Mar 27, 2020 06:45

Bulgakov: Mar 8, 2009; рукописи не горят

Sagebrush posted:

fs2020 confirms that it will include the deadliest warbird of all time

also here's a gorgeous photo of Edwards Air Force Base. the markings on the lakebed are real, made with asphalt; they lay out runways intended for landings by hypersonic spaceplanes and other experimental aircraft. also that is the largest compass rose in the world.

. . .

but what about that tattoo on your rear end

# ? Mar 27, 2020 08:11

Bulgakov: Mar 8, 2009; рукописи не горят

if i was a rich person and so could afford a private plane i think id want an a10 that'd be cool

# ? Mar 27, 2020 08:12

Hed: Mar 31, 2004; Fun Shoe

reading this thread and getting excited about aviation again made me go down some rabbit holes of research and I just realized that Chuck Yeager is still alive. That's incredible.

# ? Mar 27, 2020 11:00

Agile Vector: May 21, 2007; scrum bored

Bulgakov posted:

if i was a rich person and so could afford a private plane i think id want an a10 that'd be cool

ah to be michael dorn. probably the best use of residuals ive ever seen

Hed posted:

reading this thread and getting excited about aviation again made me go down some rabbit holes of research and I just realized that Chuck Yeager is still alive. That's incredible.

we were watching something and his name came up in the show so i was explaining who that was a nod to and wikied him, i thought he passed decades ago for some reason and was happy to be misremembering

# ? Mar 27, 2020 13:08

mobby_6kl: Aug 9, 2009; by Fluffdaddy

First Beta on July 30 :siren:

https://www.windowscentral.com/microsoft-flight-simulator-2020-closed-beta-eyes-july-30-release

Any ideas how to get in on this? The article or the linked blog don't really say anything

# ? Jul 12, 2020 09:02

Sagebrush: Feb 26, 2012; ERM... Actually I have stellar scores on the surveys, and every year students tell me that my classes are the best ones they’ve ever taken.

they've had a couple of sign-up periods for the alpha already (now closed) and they definitely haven't accepted everyone since i'm not in so i assume they'll continue pulling from that pool.

# ? Jul 12, 2020 09:16

Broken Machine: Oct 22, 2010

next month! it'll be out middle of next month

aug 18th to be precise

https://fselite.net/news/microsoft-flight-simulator-release-date-and-pricing-confirmed/

# ? Jul 13, 2020 16:27

akadajet: Sep 14, 2003

ya i just got the email asking me to preorder (lol no, but I'll pick it up after release)

# ? Jul 13, 2020 16:31

akadajet: Sep 14, 2003

lol the pricing on those SKUs

# ? Jul 13, 2020 16:39

Sagebrush: Feb 26, 2012; ERM... Actually I have stellar scores on the surveys, and every year students tell me that my classes are the best ones they’ve ever taken.

Genuinely surprised it's not a subscription model tbh. I'll be buying the $120 version of course.

This certainly means that there will be continuous DLC for it though. All the big spergs will be able to spend thousands just like they already do. Everyone's a winner

# ? Jul 13, 2020 17:14

akadajet: Sep 14, 2003

Sagebrush posted:

I'll be buying the $120 version of course.

# ? Jul 13, 2020 17:46

Jimmy Carter: Nov 3, 2005; THIS MOTHERDUCKER
FLIES IN STYLE

lmao at charging maximum if you want to fly the dentistplane (SR22)

# ? Jul 13, 2020 18:14

infernal machines: Oct 11, 2012; we monitor many frequencies. we listen always. came a voice, out of the babel of tongues, speaking to us. it played us a mighty dub.

they know their market

# ? Jul 13, 2020 20:23

computer toucher: Jan 8, 2012

Hed posted:

reading this thread and getting excited about aviation again made me go down some rabbit holes of research and I just realized that Chuck Yeager is still alive. That's incredible.

I tweeted to him a few years ago about John Boyd and he replied!

# ? Jul 13, 2020 22:18

Jimmy Carter: Nov 3, 2005; THIS MOTHERDUCKER
FLIES IN STYLE

the best fact I picked up from reading The Right Stuff was that the 'This Is Your Captain Speaking voice' is specifically imitating the regional Appalachian accent of Chuck Yeager, because back in the day all the other pilots wanted to be him

# ? Jul 14, 2020 02:06

Broken Machine: Oct 22, 2010

Jimmy Carter posted:

the best fact I picked up from reading The Right Stuff was that the 'This Is Your Captain Speaking voice' is specifically imitating the regional Appalachian accent of Chuck Yeager, because back in the day all the other pilots wanted to be him

https://oppositelock.kinja.com/favorite-sr-71-story-1079127041

This is an expanded excerpt from Brian Schul's book Sled Driver : Flying the World's Fastest Jet. (which happens to be out of print and ludicrously expensive now, I wish I had bought a copy when I could have afforded it).

There were a lot of things we couldn't do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet.

I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn't match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.

Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace.

We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: "November Charlie 175, I'm showing you at ninety knots on the ground."

Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the " Houston Center voice." I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country's space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that, and that they basically did. And it didn't matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.

Just moments after the Cessna's inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. "I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed." Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. "Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check". Before Center could reply, I'm thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol' Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He's the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: "Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground."

And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done - in mere seconds we'll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: "Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?" There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. "Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground."

I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: "Ah, Center, much thanks, we're showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money."

For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A.came back with, "Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one."

It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day's work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast.

For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.

# ? Jul 14, 2020 02:28

computer toucher: Jan 8, 2012

Broken Machine posted:

https://oppositelock.kinja.com/favorite-sr-71-story-1079127041

This is an expanded excerpt from Brian Schul's book Sled Driver : Flying the World's Fastest Jet. (which happens to be out of print and ludicrously expensive now, I wish I had bought a copy when I could have afforded it).

There were a lot of things we couldn't do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet.

I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn't match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.

Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace.

We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: "November Charlie 175, I'm showing you at ninety knots on the ground."

Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the " Houston Center voice." I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country's space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that, and that they basically did. And it didn't matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.

Just moments after the Cessna's inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. "I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed." Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. "Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check". Before Center could reply, I'm thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol' Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He's the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: "Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground."

And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done - in mere seconds we'll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: "Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?" There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. "Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground."

I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: "Ah, Center, much thanks, we're showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money."

For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A.came back with, "Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one."

It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day's work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast.

For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.

quoting it all because that is just god drat awesome

# ? Jul 14, 2020 11:00

Jimmy Carter: Nov 3, 2005; THIS MOTHERDUCKER
FLIES IN STYLE

TIL that the official training info on the FAA's website for how to operate an Airship is the just the goddamn Goodyear Blimp manual from 1942

# ? Jul 15, 2020 03:50

abigserve: Sep 13, 2009; this is a better avatar than what I had before

Broken Machine posted:

https://oppositelock.kinja.com/favorite-sr-71-story-1079127041

This is an expanded excerpt from Brian Schul's book Sled Driver : Flying the World's Fastest Jet. (which happens to be out of print and ludicrously expensive now, I wish I had bought a copy when I could have afforded it).

There were a lot of things we couldn't do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet.

I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn't match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.

Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace.

We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: "November Charlie 175, I'm showing you at ninety knots on the ground."

Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the " Houston Center voice." I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country's space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that, and that they basically did. And it didn't matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.

Just moments after the Cessna's inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. "I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed." Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. "Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check". Before Center could reply, I'm thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol' Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He's the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: "Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground."

And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done - in mere seconds we'll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: "Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?" There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. "Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground."

I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: "Ah, Center, much thanks, we're showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money."

For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A.came back with, "Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one."

It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day's work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast.

For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.

Everytime this shows up I read it again.

# ? Jul 15, 2020 06:19

Bulgakov: Mar 8, 2009; рукописи не горят

Jimmy Carter posted:

TIL that the official training info on the FAA's website for how to operate an Airship is the just the goddamn Goodyear Blimp manual from 1942

lol this is so silly

and at 5am im gonna read it all

# ? Jul 15, 2020 11:01

akadajet: Sep 14, 2003

Jimmy Carter posted:

TIL that the official training info on the FAA's website for how to operate an Airship is the just the goddamn Goodyear Blimp manual from 1942

this owns

# ? Jul 15, 2020 14:51

Endless Mike: Aug 13, 2003

https://twitter.com/eurogamer/status/1283458047143223296?s=20

# ? Jul 15, 2020 19:47

akadajet: Sep 14, 2003

Endless Mike posted:

https://twitter.com/eurogamer/status/1283458047143223296?s=20

hope it makes you swap them when you go to different parts of the world

# ? Jul 15, 2020 21:51

Cybernetic Vermin: Apr 18, 2005

akadajet posted:

hope it makes you swap them when you go to different parts of the world

nah, they're for different lods, so you switch according to altitude.

# ? Jul 16, 2020 14:05

~Coxy: Dec 9, 2003; R.I.P. Inter-OS Sass - b.2000AD d.2003AD

abigserve posted:

Everytime this shows up I read it again.

Better Nate than lever.

# ? Jul 30, 2020 07:52

mobby_6kl: Aug 9, 2009; by Fluffdaddy

There's a pretty long overview of the current FS status and near future plans on Ars. It's gonna have VR yaaay but only with the HP G2 booo!

https://arstechnica.com/gaming/2020/07/ms-flight-simulator-our-yoke-on-look-at-new-features-gorgeous-flights/

# ? Jul 30, 2020 16:04

Hed: Mar 31, 2004; Fun Shoe

How do the airports work? If I want to take off and land at my tiny towerless hometown airport will this work? If I want to pretend to fly out of old hubs like STL or CLE (or into Sint Maarten) are they just not as pretty or are they unavailable.

Hed fucked around with this message at 16:08 on Jul 30, 2020

# ? Jul 30, 2020 16:04

Jabor: Jul 16, 2010; #1 Loser at SpaceChem

Hed posted:

How do the airports work? If I want to take off and land at my tiny towerless hometown airport will this work? If I want to pretend to fly out of old hubs like STL or CLE (or into Sint Maarten) are they just not as pretty or are they unavailable.

There are runways and taxiways and stuff generated pretty much everywhere that the satellite imagery suggests there should be runways and taxiways. Totally functional to fly in and land, but you'll probably notice a few discrepancies with the real world if it's an airport you're personally familiar with.

The specific named airports are things where an artist has gone in and built the actual true-to-life airport, with all the correct signage and markings and building shapes and the like.

# ? Jul 30, 2020 16:44

mobby_6kl: Aug 9, 2009; by Fluffdaddy

One of the screenshots in the article shows a random Indian airstrip, I assume that's what anything not mapped out explicitly would look like:

# ? Jul 30, 2020 17:35

Hed: Mar 31, 2004; Fun Shoe

Cool, that makes sense. :cheers:

I kind of want this game just to gently caress around in.

# ? Jul 30, 2020 22:16

Shaggar: Apr 26, 2006

all the hotases are sold out

# ? Jul 30, 2020 23:06

mobby_6kl: Aug 9, 2009; by Fluffdaddy

My hot rear end is still available, however.

# ? Jul 30, 2020 23:07

No Mods No Masters: Oct 3, 2004

What hotas are you trying to get, OP

# ? Jul 30, 2020 23:15

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# ? Jun 7, 2024 22:23

Sagebrush: Feb 26, 2012; ERM... Actually I have stellar scores on the surveys, and every year students tell me that my classes are the best ones they’ve ever taken.

Honestly you can play a civilian simulator just fine with any old joystick. Get a Logitech Wingman off eBay for 15 bucks and wipe it down with alcohol and you're good. You can always upgrade to a fancy setup later.

Hell, I plan to use this as a couch chillout game by setting it to easy mode and hooking up an Xbox controller and just buzzing around looking at stuff.

# ? Jul 30, 2020 23:16

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