dialarotor
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That's 11 F's. Now let's see if you can figure out who put the F in
IRCHA. A little word association and you can start to ask around to get the answer. Lot's of you have been there. Close your eyes and think back. It's Friday evening in Muncie in August. You are sporting your latest heli swag t-shirt, cargo shorts and manufacturer's hat. The big dawgs are back at their hotel rooms and the last minute wannabees are slipping out to show center to slip in a flight at dusk. Generator-ville is humming away as the sunburned motorhomers are twisting off the caps and the coolers are coming out from under the RV's. You look down EZE-UP row and there is the glimmer of blue flames and the twinkle of tiki-lamps. The "COACH" is busy in the waning light with his buddy "Flying Fool" and "Timbers" is scurrying around with speakers and boomboxes getting ready to set the mood. Meanwhile the legions of transplanted FL tenters from this group are finishing up the normal camping cookout. The NWMICH tiki village campfire is glowing. You decide to amble down with your half wet brown bag in your hand to investigate. Your lucky day, somebody left a golfcart out with the key in it, oh what the heck, they won't mind. As you get closer you start to notice you have slipped past the end of Vendorville and this is just the low rent end of the flight line. But something is different. There is music, there is the smell of pastry, cooking oil. There are shadows working by camper lights putting on heli blades and glowwire. There is movement back and forth from the People of the Corn ville. Finally you amble up and ask, "what's up, what you doin'?". Then it hits you, you remember reading about this or you heard about it somewhere. You think back, who told you about this? Was it those guys from CRACKROLL? No, when you were standing in line at the port-a-pot you remember Finless mumbling something. Didn't make sense then. He was mumbling words like SWARM, rumballs, kabobs, spud gun, chicken wings.
The brain cells finally line up and you have a spark of revelation, that's it!!!!! It's Friday night and it's time for rumballs. The SWARM is cooking up chicken wings and the NWMICH guys are grilling kabobs. Last year was so popular that we ran out of fun food. The idea spread around the assembled, we have groups from all over the US and Canada. Why don't we get regional groups to bring something fun,simple and local to share. Made sense, there are groups from every coast with each having its own specialty. Texans and BBQ, CAJUNS and mudbugs, Maryland crabcakes, Boston beans, Idaho guys fries, you get the idea. Some of the Michigan Whirlybirds are talking polish sausages. So if you have a group and a specialty bring it and share it. The SWARM has been carrying the torch for years. In fact, Mike "COACH" has already committed to 80lbs of wings, 2 turkey fryers and of course RUMBALLS. Had 2 my first year, 12 my second year and lost count last year. Never had a jelloshot, can somebody help me out. OK, I laid down the story and the challenge, whatcha got?? Oh don't forget your nightbirds too. The SWARM lays downs the smack at night, even 5 at a time. So come help the SWARM, the FL SWARM, the NWMICH guys and enjoy the evening and have a blast on the downlow.
Make some friends,get your freak on, swap some lies, taste some treats and loose some brain cells, guaranteed to make you a better heli pilot. FIRCHA, the other IRCHA.
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