When I was a kid I could pound back the suds and still sorta function the next day. I even spent a day in Hell to prove it: one night as a kid I got schnockered and the next day (Saturday) - Pop was bringing in bales and needed a good day out of me. I will forever remember my penance, riding on the stuker behind the noisy baler with Pop up front on the tractor. The end of June, +30C, and the fuggin bales coming at me as fast as I could stack them were 40~80 lbs. Because bales are so scratchy you wear thick long sleeve shirts and jeans.
Last night I drank 5 beers. Five - and I am a good for nothing derelict today. I can't handle booze anymore. But: we had something to celebrate!!!!
We ran the engine for the first time last night. Scotty The Retard and Flapz came over and fussed and coaxed the engine into life. It's brand new, never been run...but it is a couple years old. We kept it just a smidge above idle - I have to run a forty minute break in burn on the ground before we dare the skies with it. But you can hear that low, cute little 4 cycle growl. That bird is gonna roar at full throttle and when it goes by at 40 kts barrel rolling - EVERYONE is gonna stand up and salute and cheer!!!!
I've downloaded this model on the simulator and hopefully can transition to the real bird this year...we'll see.
Oh gawd...what's going on in my small intestine...?!?!? Lawd have mercy...!!!!! If you'll excuse me, I might take a short trip on the porcelain bus. GAH! Maybe it was 7 beers...?