I told Bush; don't play chess with the freakin' Russians.
Ad astra per aspera
The above picture shows a Boeing 727 'jacked-up' for heavy maintenance on the landing gear.
That jacking is a very precise and delicate job often discussed between aviation techniciens.
My son, aviation engineer stunned fellow tecnicians saying: "We use auto-levitation" showing them the picture below.
The struggle of man against tyranny is the struggle of memory against forgetting.(Kundera)
This one is a low-light grab-shot, and it's been over-sharpened to compensate for other inadequacies (Santa looks like he's been photoshopped in).
I did, however, have to jump out into the road to get anything approaching a decent angle (I've cropped out the bike that was heading towards me), so I claim this week's stupidity-in-pursuit-of-a-photograph prize.
Well done indeed. Ad astra per aspera
I couldn't have done it without....
In fact, if you look at the policeman at the back left, he could be giving me a very severe look...
Expect this photograph to form the basis of my trial for jaywalking.
And my doubtless upcoming entry in the Darwin Awards. :)
A BDVmot electric multiple unit (EMU), with exceptionally few graffiti (these are the off-peak-hour main workhorses, and in the worst shape inside); with a mini wind turbine and the backdrop of the Naszály mountain:
A V43 loco pulls a zoned train ( = non-stop from Budapest until the first major town, local fom there) with refurbished coaches (plus: graffiti resistant, minus: 'ergonomic' seats that cause back-ache for people above 175cm and doors/section walls that resonate loudly...):
Another V43 pulls an express with Slovakian cars:
*Traitor*, n. A benighted individual who perceives an illusory distinction between serving his nation and abetting the criminals who govern it.
