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Runways: Part 1 Flying a supermodel isn't all it appears to be. By m_storyman_x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had to find something to do when I got out of the military. Something that I loved, something that I wouldn't mind doing while I collected my military pension at age 40. Yeah, I know, retired at such a young age. But the military game is a young man's game and even with over seven thousand flying hours, youth still trumps experience in the flying game. As you get older your body just can't respond like it used to. As a result I just couldn't keep taking those high G maneuvers. I convinced the bank that I was a good risk, purchased myself a used Beach King Air 200 turbo prop and set myself up as an executive charter service. Life was good. Business was thin. On more than one occasion I ended up sleeping in my own airplane rather than getting a hotel room, just to try and save some money. It's not easy to pay for a three quarters of a million dollar aircraft, fuel, maintenance and living expenses. To be quite honest, I was about to drown under that debt. Welcome Amy. Amy called because of one of my business cards I'd left in so many airports. Amy was the executive secretary to a somewhat famous fashion model. In her own words, she was a glorified baby sitter, helping Kimberly manage her multi-million dollar business of runway modeling and lingerie line and endorsements. Her current problem was that Kim had suddenly become afraid to fly commercial following a spate of terrorist attacks against aircraft. Her question was a simple one. Would I be interested in contracting to handle flying her around the country? Could I deal with airport runways, so she could focus on helping Kim dominate the fashion garment runways. At that point I would have contracted to fly Beelzebub himself, if the price were right. Little did I know that six months down the road I'd feel as if that was exactly who I was flying. Kim was gorgeous. Of course she was. She was a super model. At thirty she was on the long side of it, but then some continued to work well into their fifties, with the right skin care and constant workouts and such. Kim flitted from city to city, rarely spending more than two or three days in any one place. She had a beautiful twenty thousand square foot home, which she seemed to rarely be in. She could walk the walk and talk the talk and sell sexy little lingerie like she was selling snow to eskimos. Unfortunately her looks is where nice stopped. She'd started to believe her own hype. She'd started to think of herself as a diva and act as if those of us around her were beneath her. More than once her sweet lilting voice snarled from the passenger cabin that I was flying too rough, or making the plane bounce too much for her to sleep. As if I had any control over the air currents. Amy was the constant. She was always there, inserting herself between Kim and whoever might possibly be around her. She soothed Kim and kept her empire on an even keel. But while the pace seemed relentless to me, Kim seemed to just eat it up. She loved the challenge as much as I loved flying. I suppose if I hadn't gone out on a limb after three months and updated my plane from a 1980's vintage to a reasonably new 2002, I might have even quit the contract. But with that new payment to cover, the last thing I wanted to do was kill the cash cow. I'd asked Kim more than once for a date, and always gotten the same answer, "we can fuck or we can work together. Which do you prefer?" "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven, rolling." I radioed the tower as I applied the throttle and sent the Air King accelerating down the runway. This was going to be a relatively short trip. Kim had some kind of a photo shoot in the middle of Missouri, at some lake called the Ozarks, out in the middle of nowhere. All I knew was it looked like a winding snake on the map and had one small airport close to where the shoot was that had just enough runway to sneak in if I went in light. In only a few short minutes we were climbing through ten thousand feet, winging our way from Chicago over the Midwestern landscape at nearly three hundred miles an hour. "Adam!" I heard Amy call urgently from the passenger cabin. "Yeah?" I called over my shoulder. "Kim. She passed out. I can't seem to wake her!" She called, panic clearly etched in her voice. "Is she breathing?" I called back. "Yes, but it's very shallow and I can't seem to wake her." "Okay. Check her eyes. Lift her eyelids and see if they respond." "They seem too, but she still isn't waking up." "Okay. Let me see where we can put down!" I called back to her. "Chicago center. This is X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Declaring a medical emergency." "Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. State your situation." The controller radioed back. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. We have a passenger that is passed out. She is breathing at this time, but otherwise unresponsive. Requesting a Vector to the nearest airport with medical close by." "Roger that X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Hold one." The controller said before pausing for a few moments. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven turn two four zero. You are cleared to five thousand direct. ST Louis should be fifty miles. Contact St Louis approach on one three two point one two five. Have a good day." "Thank you Chicago." I answered before changing the radio and starting a decent toward St Louis. The decent and landing were as normal as they could be, touching down less than twenty minutes after making the initial call. I taxied to the executive terminal and shut down, the ambulance quickly coming to the side of the plane as my turbo props spun slowly down to a stop. As much as I disliked Kim, I was concerned for her well-being. Clearly Amy was as well, and I did my best to comfort her on the taxi ride to the hospital. By the time we got there, Kim was awake and back to her normal bitchy self, though the doctors and nurses seemed to be flitting in and out with uncommon frequency. Twenty four hours later and who knows how many tests she was ready to be released. "Now look. All I can do is warn you," the doctor said with a stern look on his face. "You were lucky. You can't treat your body this way. My prescription is two weeks away, at least! No stress. You need to find someplace to relax and decompress." "No fucking way. I have too much to do!" Kim argued. The doctor turned to Amy and shook his head. "If you can't get her to take it easy a while, she's going to be right back here again. And next time she may leave toes up!" He said emphatically before turning back to Kim again. "I mean it! No phone, no computer, no stress of any kind. Your blood pressure was through the roof and you're just damn lucky it wasn't a stroke! Find a way to do it. And find a way to do it frequently, or you're going to be leaving us all too soon." "I'll make sure she does!" Amy said giving Kim a stern look. "Thank you Doctor." "Your welcome young lady. I hope she listens to you better than she's listening to me." He said as he looked over and saw Kim texting on her phone again. "She will. If I have to tie her up and drag her off." Amy said sternly to Kim. "Good luck with that," he said, shaking his head as he walked away. "Come on." Amy said, leading Kim from the hospital room. It was little more than two hours and we were back at the airport, the turbines warmed up and taxying for takeoff. The plane practically leapt off the tarmac and into the air as we headed back to Chicago, soaring into the air. "You know. I don't know how you're going to get her to have any time away," I said to Amy as she sat in the right hand seat, Kim sitting in the back alone, still angry with the doctor's orders. "Yeah. I know. She can be difficult," Amy agreed. "Glad I'm not going to have to deal with her," I said, shaking my head. "No? Oh. That's right. You're going away for a couple weeks," Amy said, nodding as she remembered that next week started my promised vacation. "Where are you going again?" "A little mountain lake in Colorado," I said with a smile. "Just me and some really good fishing. Sit back, catch a few trout, watch the sun set on the mountain side looking over the valley below. It can't get more idyllic than that!" I said with a sigh. "Sounds like a perfect get-away!" Amy said, leaning back and looking at the cockpit ceiling. "No phone, no demands on your time, just relaxation for two weeks? God I envy you!" She said with a sigh. "Could have been yours too." I said with a grin, reminding her that I had invited her to come along, only to get the typical answer. I made one last pitch; "The bed is big enough for two, though it would be a bit cozy!" "Yeah. I think we covered that one," she said with a smile. "Though it does sound tempting." "Can't say I didn't try." I answered her with a shrug. "So how do we get Kim to go on a vacation like that?" "Not my problem," I said with a smirk. "I lined this up months ago. You know how hard it is to find a place like this? Isolated? No phone no modern utilities, nothing?" "Yeah, it has to be tough." Amy said as she looked out the window at the ground far below. "Hey. I know. Take Kim!" "What? Are you nuts?" I said in surprise. "First off, her idea of roughing it, is not having her manicure on time. Can you imagine her out in the boonies without even a flush toilet?" "Oh lord. That would be something to see," Amy said with a laugh. "Yeah. She'd go nuts in half a day," I said with a shake of my head. "So, how much does this little vacation cost you?" "Oh, fuel, food, cabin and all? About seventeen or eighteen hundred. It'd be less if I didn't fly this gas hog there, but the only real way there is by plane or a long drive up from Denver." "That's not too much. I'll pay you." Amy said quietly. "Pay me for what?" "To take Kim," Amy said, still looking out the window. "No way. It's my vacation. I don't want to baby sit a prima donna!" I almost snapped. "Be a shame to have to find someone else to fly us around while you're gone. Never know, she might like the new pilot better," she said softly. "You trying to blackmail me?" I asked in surprise. "Oh I wouldn't call it that," she said, turning to look at me, a crooked little grin on her face. "Just think of it as job security." "Think of it as one fucked vacation," I said hotly, staring out the front at the open sky. "It's only a one room cabin. Kitchen, bedroom, living room...all the same room. And only one bed. Where will she sleep?" "You're adults. You can share the bed, right?" "Remember me saying it was, really cozy for the two of us friends?" "Yeah. So it can be cozy for you two too. It'll give you a chance to get to know her better." "You're psycho, you know that?" I said angrily. I'd planned this for months. I wanted to get away from the ice queen, not shack up with her! "So how about it?" "I don't think you could pay me enough money to do that," I said, shaking my head. "Okay. How about I sweeten the pot. I'll sleep with you for a whole weekend when you get back." I looked over at her incredulously. "Did you just suggest that you prostitute yourself to convince me to take her with me? Seriously?" "Does, seem a bit over the top, doesn't it?" "Yeah. I think you need to think about a new job if you're that wrapped around her," I said with a frown. "Yeah, I wanna go to bed with you, but not like that." She was silent for almost half an hour before she finally said anything more. "I'm sorry.” She confessed, “ I shouldn't have suggested that. But I will pay your expenses if you take her along." "Send her off to a camp or something. That's what you do with children, right?" "She's not a child," Amy said testily. "Though I have to admit, sometimes she acts like one." "See?" "Okay. Seriously. Will you take her with you?" "It's my VACATION... AWAY FROM HER!" I answered angrily. "Adam. Seriously. What will it take for you to take her along?" "You're not going to give up, are you?" I observed her tunacity. "Nope." "Shit!" I swore quietly. "Okay. I'll take her. On one condition." "What's that?" She asked, with a smile that said she had definitely won, again. "She has to pull her weight. I'm not her servant. I'm not waiting on her and I am most Definitely not going to change what I planned on doing because she came along! I don't care if she reads a book or plays solitaire or whatever. But if she turns into a pain in the ass I'm throwing her in the lake!" "As long as you don't drown her, you have my permission to throw her in at your discretion!" She said, practically beaming at my agreement. "So what does she need to bring?" "Jeans, tees, flannel shirts, that kind of thing." I answered. "I doubt she's even put a pair of jeans on in years, but I'll see what I can find." "I'd still rather take you." I muttered. "Maybe you can some time," she said, surprising me again as she climbed from the seat and slipped back into the passenger cabin. I didn't hear most of the conversation, having to concentrate on talking with approach and the tower as we got closer to landing. What I did hear wasn't particularly flattering. Cabin Therapy "Saturday. 10:00am sharp. If she's not here, I'm leaving her behind." I said quietly to Amy as they got into the waiting car at the airport. "Trust me. She'll be here with bells on." Amy said with a smile. "No matter what she says right now." "If you say so." I answered with a frown, not really wanting to think about how ruined my vacation had become. The Hot August Saturday morning came; and at five minutes to ten, Kim’s car arrived in did just that. Kim and Amy climbed from the back, Kim wearing a black mini-skirt, a red halter top and four inch spike heels. "Oh this is going to be fun." I said to myself with a frown as Amy and Kim walked up. "So, Kim. Do you have something to tell Adam?" Amy prompted. Kim rolled her eyes and bobbed her head side to side as she usually did when she had to do something because she was told to that she really didn't want to do. "Yes. Adam. I'm supposed to do whatever you tell me. Do half the cooking and not mess up your vacation. I'm just on vacation along with you and you're not my servant," she said with a frown. "And?" Amy prompted. "And if I become a pain in your ass you have permission to throw me into the lake," she said with an irritated huff. "Okay. Get on board." I told her as the driver of her car hauled the two big suitcases to the plane. I stowed them in the belly compartment and latched it down tight before climbing the stairs and pulling them up behind me. Kim rarely sat in the front with me, but was seated in the right seat as I crawled over the console into the left seat. It only took a few moments to get the turbines running and spun up, having already warmed them up after doing my ground check. I handed Kim a pair of headphones and put my own on as she adjusted them over her brown curls. "So, is this going to be fun or are you just doing this because you're being paid?" She asked across the electronic circuit. "I'm going on vacation. You're tagging along." I answered before pressing the button. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven, ready to taxi." "Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. You are cleared to taxiway K to runway one six. Hold short and notify." "Roger. Taxiway K hold short and notify." I answered as I pushed the throttles and started the big plane moving forward. We bounced across the rough taxiway for almost three minutes before I could turn and stop in front of the runway. I stopped and did my throttle checks and verified that all my controls worked as required, and notified the tower. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven holding at one six." "Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. You are cleared onto one six. You have a gulf stream coming in about two minutes behind you." "Roger that. I'll be long gone." I answered as I eased the plane onto the five thousand foot runway. I didn't even bother to stop as I pushed the throttles fully forward and spun the props up to speed, the plane quickly accelerating down the tarmac and easily lifting into the air with our light payload. "And we're off," I said to Kim as we accelerated into the air, quickly climbing above the low cloud deck and breaking into the sunshine above. "So what makes this a vacation? Sounds like there isn't anything there," Kim said. "There's a cabin. A boat. A lake and some incredible scenery. What more do you need?" "TV? Cell phones. Electricity. Hot water." "There is electricity, as long as the sun is shining. And as far as hot water, there's a whole lake full. All you have to do is bring in a bucket and put it on the stove," I said with a chuckle. "Oh joy." "Don't start already. We have over four hours," I said to her as I set my GPS to Crested Butte airport. "So what do we do there?" she asked after almost half an hour of silence. "Fish, relax. You do know how to relax, right?" "Well. Amy packed me some books. So I guess I can read some. I suppose I can swim some too." "Maybe. If you don't mind cold water. The lake is probably around sixty five or so this time of year." "Oh joy," she said with a frown. "Don't worry. You can always just lay out on the dock and catch the sun," I told her. "So, neighbors?" "Uh. Closest is about five or six miles away. This is a lake on top of a ski resort. This time of year there's a skeleton crew on at the lodge, but that's about it." "Well. Sounds like a lot of fun," She said with a frown on her face. "Remember what I said about that water temperature?" "Yeah." "Don't make me throw you in as soon as we get there, because I will if I have to!" "Okay," she said with an obvious pout. "So what do you talk about when you're not talking about work?" I asked her. "Well, clothes, nail polish colors, what we should wear to various things. You know, girl stuff." "Girl stuff, huh?" "What do guys talk about?" "Fishing, hunting, sports, that kind of thing." "How much can you talk about fishing?" She asked curiously. "A lot. How much can you talk about what to wear?" "A lot." "How long did it take for you to pick that? What you're wearing." "I don't know. Maybe half an hour." "I see," I answered with a shake of my head. "How long did it take for you to pick what you're wearing?" She asked, looking at my t-shirt and cargo pocket shorts. "About thirty seconds," I answered her. "So, you do realize we're headed up a mountain." "Uh huh." "In a jeep." "Okay." "On a bouncy dirt road." "So?" She said with a shrug. "Your point?" "Just wondering what made you think that was an appropriate outfit." I answered with a chuckle. "What's wrong with it?" "Nothing. Not a thing. This is going to prove to be an interesting trip," I said, shaking my head and chuckling. I looked over at her and saw her pouting in the seat, trying hard not to say anything angry back at me. Three hours and fifty minutes after takeoff we touched down on the single runway at Crested Butte. I taxied to the general aviation area and shut down the turbines, letting them spool down as I got the stairs down. It only took me a few minutes to walk to the parking area and find the jeep that was left for me, an old CJ5 that looked like it'd seen better days. I drove to the plane and loaded the coolers, my duffel bag and fishing gear into the back along with her two big suit cases and then went about buttoning up the plane for short term storage, inserting the engine housing plugs and covers to keep birds and other undesirable critters out of the delicate engines. "Okay. All aboard!" I said as I closed the stairs and turned to walk to the driver's side of the jeep. I climbed in and looked over at Kim sitting in the somewhat ratty seat, trying to pull her mini-skirt down her legs. "You may want to put on your seatbelt. Without doors you'd end up on the pavement by the second corner." "If you say so," she said, pulling the seatbelt across her lap and clipping it. I chuckled and let the clutch out, quickly turning around and heading out toward highway fifty. Windblown. That's how I would have to describe her by the time I pulled off the highway nearly twenty miles down the road. With no top and no doors, the jeep was like a convertible on steroids. The wind whipped around the windshield and blew her hair in every possible direction, making it almost impossible for her to see. When I slowed down to turn onto the gravel road leading up the mountain I could see her frown, but had to admit, she was holding her tongue. I couldn't help but look over at her as we drove up the winding bouncy gravel road. The halter might have covered her large breasts, but it did a horrible job of containing the bouncing mounds, one of her breasts bouncing clear out of the top after a particularly rough jolt. Yeah it was an interesting outfit. I turned onto the dirt track that led even higher up the mountain, leaving the lodge behind us. The gravel road was smooth as silk compared to the two dirt ruts that constituted the road now. I looked over at Kim and actually felt sorry for her. Her short skirt had ridden up her thighs so far I could see the red of her panties beneath, and her tits absolutely refused to stay in the top, both of them now exposed as she held onto the windshield with one hand and the edge of the seat with the other, leaving none free to cover herself back up. I slowed down to bounce over a fallen log and then pulled to a stop in the middle of the road. I shut the engine off and sat back to look at her. "If you want, you can change." I said as she pulled the material of her halter back over her incredibly sexy tits. "No. I'm fine," she said after a few seconds. "I'm not going to disrupt your trip, remember?" "Afraid I'll throw you into the lake?" "Actually, I am." "Well, I'll make an exception. I promise not to throw you into the lake if you want to change your clothes." I said with a chuckle. "Why? You don't like what I'm wearing?" "Kim. I've flown you to how many photo shoots and catwalks? I doubt there's anything that you can wear that would show more than I've already seen." "Really? Why do you have a hardon then?" I looked down at my lap and realized she was right. I had a huge hardon inside my shorts, something I hadn't had looking at her since, well, shortly after I started. Her attractiveness had been completely overridden by her bitchy nasty personality. "Touch " I said. "Just thought I'd offer." "You don't like what you see?" "I didn't say that. You're a multi-million dollar showoff. Let's face it, you'd look good no matter what you wear." "But you don't want my tits bouncing where you can see em?" She asked pointedly. "Kim. I don't care if you wanna go naked. There isn't anyone out here to see except me and Mother Nature. So there isn't any point in being a clothes horse. Wear what you want to be comfortable." "That offer to change still stand?" She asked with her brow furrowed slightly. "Still stands." I answered. "Good," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. She stepped out of the jeep and stood on the grass next to the dirt tracks, wiggling her skirt down over her hips until she could step out of it. She tossed it onto the empty old milk crate I kept wedged between our seats and then reached for the top of her halter, pulling the knot around her neck apart. The material flopped down, exposing her full round tits, each the size of a half melon glued to her chest. Her skin was tanned without a single line and her areola, perfectly round and pink were clearly puckered around her rock hard nipples. She finished undoing the tie behind her back and tossed the top on top of the skirt. She bent over and pulled her four inch heels off and tossed them onto the pile as well. "There," she said sliding back onto the seat and starting to buckle her belt back up. "That all? You don't want to take the panties off too?" "If you insist," she said, reaching down and sliding the tiny red thong panty off her ass and down her legs, tossing it into my lap, leaving her completely naked on the passenger seat. "You're turn." "My turn for what?" "To get undressed. It's only fair, right? I mean you don't expect me to sit here naked all alone, right?" "Why?" I asked a little startled. "Well, look at it from my perspective. I get ogled all day. Hell, there's dozens of guys that have seen me completely naked, including you. They see me when I'm changing, they see me when I'm being posed for a photo, there isn't a part of me that hasn't been exposed to multiple guys. Once, just once, I'd like turnaround to be fair play. If I'm naked, you should be too." I thought about it for a few moments, and without another word, unbuckled my seat belt. I stepped out of the jeep and undid the belt on my shorts and pushed them down, stepping out of them and tossing them on the pile between the seats. I took a breath and a little nervously pushed my boxers down, freeing my engorged cock to stick out its full nine inches at her. I tossed my boxers on the pile and then skimmed off my t-shirt, leaving me naked except for my socks and boots. "Better?" I asked as I slipped into the seat again and buckled the seat belt, my cock sticking straight up in the air as I pushed the clutch in to start the engine together. "Actually, yeah, it is," she said, still looking at my cock and making me nervous. I shifted into gear and took off up the road again bouncing our way up the last mile toward the cabin. I pulled into the clearing in front of the lake and stopped, shutting the engine down and letting Mother Nature bathe us in the sound of the breeze blowing through the soft pine boughs and the birds starting to chirp again after our arrival. "Wow. This is...well, incredible," she said, undoing her seat belt and standing up, holding onto the windshield. She turned to look around, her pussy slightly higher than my face, but only a little more than a foot away, her completely shaved mound and pussy completely exposed as she moved. Her lips were fat and round with only a tiny bit of inner lip peeking out from between them, little bits of moisture glistening between her lips sexily. If my cock had softened any on the remaining drive, the view in front of me ensured that I was once again rock hard. "Yeah, it is." I answered, thinking more about how she looked framed against the sky and trees in front of me than anything else. "You know this wouldn't be a half bad place if I didn't have to shit in a wooden box," she said as she stared at the little outhouse behind the cabin. "And then it's gone." I muttered. For a few minutes she was acting like a real person. Hell, I'd even felt a little sorry for her having no control over who sees her naked. Stupid of me I know. I climbed out of the jeep and started carrying the gear into the small cabin, Kim walking in behind me, seeing the dust and cobwebs that prevailed in the many months of human absence. "Jesus! Doesn't anyone clean around here?" I turned around and looked at her, took two steps and picked her thin frame up in my arms and threw her over my shoulder, clamping her kicking legs to my chest as I walked out the cabin door. She struggled and squirmed, twisting in my arms and trying to hit and kick me to put her down all the way to the rickety wooden dock sticking out about 30 feet from shore, into the lake. It wasn't the most graceful thing I'd ever done, but the squeal as she hit the cold water was worth the several bruises I was sure were going to pop up for my effort. I walked to the shore and stood there, waiting for her to walk naked from the lake, her hair now laying in a flat mat, water streaming from her hair and body. She walked up the shore staring daggers at me. "Bastard," she muttered. To be continued. By m_storyman_x, for Literotica.

Super spotter, Steve Hastings, was smooth, smooth, smooth. A driver in his own right, he spent a lot of his career as Jason Bunch's spotter. OG rockcrawler who got started in the 60's behind the wheel of his dad's CJ5, Steve has seen a lot of rock. Be sure to listen on your favorite podcast app.5:44 – Two pillows behind and two pillows underneath and low, low, low gear15:23 – I'm one of Craig's disciples, one of those rigs he bought high and sold low   29:12 – More like a lot of tequila and a lot of tacos 35:40 – Jason's wife called and said, “Jason was a basket case, don't you ever leave him behind again!” 42:36 – We'd look at an obstacle and find the hardest spot, then work backwards to get the right line51:04 –we weren't looking for fast, we didn't care if we finished in nine minutes and 59 seconds, as long as we finished. Smooth, smooth, smooth was our battle cry Special thanks to Maxxis Tires for support and sponsorship of this podcast.Be sure to listen on your favorite podcast app.Support the show

וגם: מהנדס התוכנה חובב האורקות שהוסיף אותו למקלדות שלנו, והמעצב שהוסיף את ביגפוט אחרי שנהג בג'יפ ושמע דיון מעניין ברדיו.   בשבועות הקרובים יצטרפו 8 אמוג'י חדשים למקלדות של כולנו - פנים של נניח חרדה, ענן של מכות, ליבת תפוח נגוס, אורקה (קטלן), יצור שעיר (שהוא גם ביגפוט או ייטי), טרומבון, מפולת, תיבת אוצר,  וגם הוסיפו גווני עור לאמוג'י קיימים. "אנחנו מתמקדים במדעים, טכנולוגיה, הנדסה ומתמטיקה," סיפרה לי שרה אשלי, מורה שתלמידיה בתיכון אברדין יצרו את אימוג'י הטרומבון. היא הוסיפה שהם החליטו להגיש הצעה לאימוג'י חדש במסגרת שיעור בכתיבה טכנית. הם דנו באימוג'י שהסיכוי לאישורו הוא הגבוה ביותר. "רבים מהתלמידים שלנו נמשכים למוזיקה. הם משתתפים בקורסים של תזמורת ולהקות. כמה תלמידים שניגנו בטרומבון אמרו: 'היי, בואו ניצור אימוג'י של טרומבון.'" אנדרו פיניאטו, מעצב מפלורידה ששלח את ההצעה לאימוג'י של ביגפוט בשנת 2021, מספר שההשראה התחילה מחיבור אישי. "היה לי ג'יפ ישן, דגם 1978 CJ5, שתמיד דמיינתי שנוסעים בו לחפש את ביגפוט." הוא החליט לקחת את הבדיחה של חבריו צעד קדימה והוסיף מדבקה של ביגפוט. האם יש ביגפוט? "אני משאיר את המחשבה פתוחה. אי אפשר לדעת. יש כל כך הרבה שטחים פתוחים, ומי יודע מה עוד יש שם? אבל זה בהחלט נושא כיפי להתווכח עליו." יום אחד, הוא הקשיב לתכנית רדיו שדיברה על אימוג'ים של יצורים מיתולוגיים. "יש חייזר, בת ים, ערפד, פיה, וגם טרול יצא בשנה שעברה. אבל מכל הדברים, אין ביגפוט." הוא הוסיף: "חשבתי שזה יהיה ממש מגניב לתרום 'אות' חדשה לאלפבית הגלובלי." מרקוס דל סול ויבס, מהנדס תוכנה מספרד שהגיש את ההצעה לאימוג'י של קטלן, סיפר: "ביליתי הרבה זמן בצפייה בסרטי טבע. זה מדהים כמה הם חכמים ואיך הם משתפים פעולה בציד." עם זאת, הוא מעולם לא ראה קטלן אמיתי. בשנת 2019, מרקוס רצה לרשום דומיין בשם אימוג'י של קטלן, אך הבין שהאימוג'י הזה לא קיים. אז הוא החליט לברר איך מגישים הצעה, ועשה זאת.   לרלרת אהוד מרגיש את הגב ומפחד להחליק שחר החליף את העכבר בכדור עקיבה ויש לו תובנות בנושא. הסוללה אמורה להחזיק ארבעה חודשים על כל טעינה אבל העכבר לא מגיע עם כבל טעינה וכאילו, מה הסיפור שלכם, זרקו פנימה כבל. Logitech MX Ergo S המלצה בדקה: הספר "אני יכול להסביר של דורון פישלר עם איורים של לי להב (שניהם התארחו פה) רדיו לגו שמקבל קצת הייט מכל מיני אנשים

The original hot-rod kid is still playing with V-8s; but now he's taking them off-road. Tim Ryan, owner of the V8 Swap Shop is revving up as your go-to guy. Be sure to listen on your favorite podcast app.3;36 – I got knives pulled on me daily because they knew I had a nickel for milk money 12:08 – they organized the high school drags and all the high schools were invited to participate; me and my friends rand the show because we all had hot rods             21:52 – A buddy of mine had a CJ5, it was an eye catcher; we'd meet girls like crazy when in his Jeep, I was the same guy as the one in the old car, but girls liked Jeeps.28:48 – My wife says she only wanted a guy with a normal nose and a small truck. Maybe God had a reason to make me buy that truck so I could meet her.38:49 – So, I ended up ultimately back in the automotive world which is where my heart always was. 43:35 – When is it going to be your Independence Day?51:22 – Each build is difference, we're not a cookie-cutter shop.Special thanks to 4low Magazine and Maxxis Tires for support and sponsorship of this podcast.Be sure to listen on your favorite podcast app. Support the show

Avsnitt 379 är här! Krick är killförkyld och Ponkan sitter som en munk. Detta till trots så drar vi igång i ett rasande tempo och omvärderar sättet vi valt våra Big-5 bilar på. Sen blir det en märklig recension av en Jeep-fest inne i ett bergrum, där det inmundigades rom-shots samtidigt som en CJ5:a burnade i takt till live-bandet. Rätt lugn fest med andra ord. Sen tipsar Ponkan om Lamborghini-filmen och ger den ett svalt betyg innan vi spyr galla över alla elbilar och svenska padelspelare. Ponkan fortsätter och berättar om sin magiska fjällresa. Sen ringer vi upp Jacob som precis köpt ny firmabil och omedelbart skrotat den på Autobahn. Troligtvis den mest dramatiska händelsen i poddens historia. Efter detta måste vi lätta upp stämningen så vi ringer Kalle. Häng med!

Today's guest is Columbia River Knife and Tool's Doug Flagg. Through his nearly three decades in the industry, Doug helped define what the modern knife world is today. He brought to market industry-defining innovations and products, including the best-selling CRKT Provoke® with Kinematic® technology and the popular CEO family of knives. Prior to joining CRKT, he led sales and marketing at Kershaw knives, where he collaborated with Ken Onion to manufacture Ken's SpeedSafe® assisted opening mechanism – a groundbreaking innovation at the time.  As a lifelong Jeep guy and outdoorsman, on weekends you'll find Doug rebuilding (for the third time) his '66 CJ5, bow hunting, and fishing. You can earn more about CRKT at crkt.com and by following them on Instagram @crkt_knives The Whiskey: Jefferson's Ocean Aged at Sea Bourbon  Purchase here: https://jeffersonsbourbon.com/jeffersons-ocean-bourbon/ Don't miss the latest from The Roadster Shop. Be sure to follow us on Instagram @roadstershop Oil and Whiskey is an IRONCLAD original.

When Patty Mercier jumped in Loren Upton's 1966 Jeep CJ5, she knew she was in for an adventure. The man behind the wheel was on his fourth attempt to cross the Darién Gap. The first three trips had ended in death and disaster, but Upton, an intrepid adventurer, would not be deterred.  In addition to his determination to cross the treacherous Darién Gap entirely on land, Upton had raised the stakes on this voyage. For his fourth attempt, he decried that he would drive one American-made vehicle around the world. The route would be from North America's Northernmost point to South America's southernmost point. The only water crossing would be the South Atlantic. They would continue from the Southernmost point in Africa to the Northernmost point in Norway.  The trip started in Prudhoe Bay, Alaska, on 15 June 1984. They traveled more than 56,000 miles and took five years to complete the drive around the world. The crossing of the 125-mile Darién Gap was an astonishing 741 days. The Sand Ship Discovery, the name that Upton gave his intrepid Jeep, reached the Sletness Lighthouse near Gamvik, Norway, On 4 July 1989. The couple earned a citation in the 1992 Guinness Book of Records for the “First All-Land Crossing Of The Infamous Darien Gap From Yauiza Republic of Panama to Riosucio, Columbia 22 February 1985 to 4 March 1987.” Loren Lee Upton died at 87 years old on 9 August 2022 Patty Upton is searching for a museum to house Sand Ship Discovery, the 1966 CJ5, and for a writer to capture the story of their around-the-world drive. Please get in touch with her through her website: www.outbackofbeyond.com

Stranger saves Harlem man trapped under Jeep! What's Up Chuck? Tuning a 73 CJ5! Must have for your jeep chase lights! 

In this episode, Gary and Gary chat with Brad Loecker about his CJ5 build. Find out all of the work Brad had done this classic CJ5. Tune in to hear a fresh new episode of the Northwest Jeepcast. --Visit Northridge4x4.com for all your Jeep needs and listen for a special coupon code. And follow us @nwjeepcast on Instagram, Twitter, YouTube and Facebook.

It's mailbagaroo time once again! Stacey answers questions about a '72 CJ5 winch bumper, using an electric spray gun to paint your project, how many projects are too many and finally the ins outs & benefits of replacing your car's wiring harness yourself.

Despite sometimes being referred to as “death at one mile an hour,” four wheeling has become exceptionally popular with the off-road crowd. Today the guys spend some time with Cassie Hughes of Bestop, known for its soft tops, half-doors and seat covers for Jeeps and trucks. From the CJ5 and JL to the new Bronco and Hummer EV, it’s never been easier to be careful, be safe and have a righteous amount of fun! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Jason has been wheeling since 1989 and built my CJ5 into a rock crawler to traverse the toughest of trails. Loves every aspect of wheeling, from building a capable rig, to meeting some incredibly cool people out on the trail. In 2017 Jason bought a rock crawling buggy that is an interesting build (well talk […] The post SnailShop Talk – Wheeling Wine and Whiskey appeared first on Snail Trail 4x4.

Gary, Gary and Shawn discuss installing the PSC Big Bore XD Steering System in a JKU. They provide an update on the Jeepcast Trophy Challenge 2019. They also discuss some listener feedback and of course there is a famous Jeep of the Week.  Tune in to hear a fresh new episode of the Northwest Jeepcast. Look for bonus content at patreon.com/nwjeepcast.   Discussed this episode: ** Jeepcast Trophy Challenge  ** ** Kyle's 64 CJ5 **   --Visit Northridge4x4.com for all your Jeep needs and listen for a special coupon code. Start your Amazon shopping experience at http://nwjeepcast.com/amazon to help support this show. And follow us @nwjeepcast on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook.

Mahalo Nui Loa to all my subscribers and Aloha to my first time listeners. Please hit that subscribe/follow button and go with me on this journey. Also please follow along visually by following me on IG @bruhampiece #SoThereIWas  This weekend episode just touches on some of the progress I've made on Project #HIRoller which is my '79 CJ5 as well as some Q&A over some of the common questions we as submariners get asked somewhat regularly. As always please keep the feedback coming as I truly enjoy hearing from you guys. and if there's anything you like to hear please let me know. Stickers will be in my hands sometime this week and I will try to make them available to anyone who wants one. Mahalo! -BruHam

Resolute Support Mission service members of three different nationalities (Australian, Danish and Spanish) send Christmas greetings home from Kabul, Afghanistan. Soundbites available in Danish, English and Spanish. Transcript (00:00:00) Private Jack Sendall, 6 RAR Australian Force, works in force protection at RSHQ, Kabul - Christmas shout-out (ENGLISH) G´day all. Private Jack Sendall here from the Australian NSE in Kabul with the Australian force protection. Just want to wish everyone very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Hope everyone has a safe holidays. Also, big shout-out to everyone back home, mom and dad, my sisters, love you heaps! (00:00:15) Private Jack Sendall and Private Jay Nykvist Christmas soundbites (ENGLISH) G´day Private Sendall here from the Australian NSE with the Australian force protection here in Kabul. So we have been here for about four months now, it´s been great so far. Coming up we are gonna be spending Christmas here. It´s should be a really good day. I´m sure we are gonna all have nice dinner with our family upstairs, should be great. To give you more info, I´ll bring someone in. I´ll allow him to introduce himself, you are the man of the hour. (In walks Private Jay Nykvist wearing a Christmas sweater). G´day everyone. How´s it going? Private Nykvist here. So what we have got for Christmas this holidays is spending it in this lovely three storey complex. We are going to start off with some ripper coffees in the morning, get the brain going. Then what do you reckon we’ll do? (Private Sendall replies): Ah mate, I think, a bit of family time... (Private Nykvist continues): A bit of family time with the boys. (Private Sendall): Open some Christmas presents. (Private Nykvist): The boys, they make it. (Private Sendall): We are going to be opening Christmas presents as well. (Private Nykvist): If we get some. (Private Sendall): Yes, if we have been good this year. (Private Nykvist): And Merry Christmas to everyone back home! (Private Sendall): Yes, Merry Christmas! . (00:01:11) Lt.Col. Michael Lodberg, planner at Resolute Support Headquarters, Kabul. Christmas shout-out (DANISH) Hi my name is Michael Lodberg. I work as a planner at the headquarters in Kabul. This year, I will not be with the people I love the most during Christmas Eve because I will celebrate Christmas here in Kabul. Fortunately, I can spend the time together with my Nordic friends in the Palace behind me, the ‘Nordic Palace’ (the Nordic NSE) and I´m looking forward to that. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all of you back home. I´ll see you in the new year! (00:01:32) Lt.Col. Michael Lodberg, planner at Resolute Support Headquarters, Kabul. Christmas interview (DANISH). Hi my name is Michael Lodberg. I work as a planner at the headquarters in Kabul. This year, I will not be with my family and the people I love the most during Christmas, because I will celebrate Christmas here in Kabul. I´m lucky that I can celebrate Christmas together with my Nordic friends and Danish comrades in the house behind me, which is the ‘Nordic Palace’ (the Nordic NSE), where there will be 5-6 of us together on Christmas Eve. Fortunately we have been sent food from Denmark so we can have proper Christmas dinner and I think it will be a very nice Christmas evening. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all of you back home! (00:02:05) A group of Spanish soldiers say Christmas and New Year greetings in Spanish. (00:02:09) Corporal Alvaro Lozano Miranda, assistant of the Spanish NSE at Resolute Support Headquarters, Kabul. Christmas shout-out video (English and Spanish). Hello! I’m Corporal Lozano from Spanish NSE here in HQ, Kabul and I wish you [in Spanish] Merry Christmas and happy New Year! (00:02:18) Corporal Alvaro Lozano Miranda, assistant of the Spanish NSE at Resolute Support Headquarters, Kabul. Christmas interview video (English and Spanish). Hello I’m Corporal Lozano here in the NSE of Spain, here in HQ in Kabul and I want to wish everyone Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! And I will spend my Christmas here with all the people of Spain who are far away from their families and we support all of them. (00:02:59) Major Rafael Gonzalez Cámara, Spanish Air Force, working in Assessment and analysis group / strategy and plans (CJ5) in Resolute Support Headquarters, Kabul. Christmas shout-out (SPANISH). Hi! This is Major Cámara from Spanish Air Force. I’m at Resolute Support Headquarters Assessment and Analysis group. (In Spanish) Merry Christmas! (00:03:09) Major Rafael Gonzalez Cámara, Spanish Air Force, working in Assessment and analysis group / strategy and plans (CJ5) in Resolute Support Headquarters, Kabul – Christmas interview. Hello everybody. I’m Major Cámara, Spanish Air Force. I’m assigned to the Resolute Support headquarters in the assessment and analysis group. I’m will plan to…I’m planning to spend Christmas eve here with the rest of the Spanish detachment, probably we will do it quite traditional way, just having a nice dinner then sing carols and spend some time together, remembering or families and relatives in Spain. Well, we will try to prepare some kind of Spanish dishes, maybe not Paella because it’s during the night but we will try to do it in a Spanish way. (00:03:50) Group of Puerto Rico Army National Guard soldiers say Christmas greetings (Spanish) (00:04:19) Various Puerto Rico Army National Guard soldiers say Christmas greetings (English)