Stark
02-09-2010, 08:03 AM
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http://outside.away.com/outside/culture/201001/colton-harris-moore-plane-steal-1.html
Holy shit the guy never flew a plane ever only played flight simulations hahaha you;ve got to read this
In the 20 months since he escaped from Juvenal Detention, Colton Harris-Moore has committed over 100 felonies, including the theft of three light aircraft, one of which was from Idaho, which he then flew back to Washington and crashed on a reservation before evading local SWAT units, dog teams and Homeland Security helicopters in the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest.
Cup_Noodles
02-09-2010, 08:06 AM
Sounds like my brother lol. All jokes aside, that's pretty bad ass.
Stark
02-09-2010, 08:08 AM
Sounds like my brother lol. All jokes aside, that's pretty bad ass.
AROUND 10 A.M, everything went to shit. Sixty-mile-an-hour wind gusts grabbed the little Cessna 182, shook it, twisted it, threw it down toward the jagged peaks of the Cascade Range, then slammed it back up again.
Pilots of small planes obsess about the weather. Ill winds, icing, poor visibility—all can bring a flight to a terminal, smoldering conclusion. However, when you're a 17-year-old kid with exactly zero hours of flight training other than what you've gleaned online and from DVDs, and you're sitting in the pilot seat of a stolen airplane trying to make a quick getaway from a whole lotta law that's on your tail for busting out of a prison home and going on your second cop-teasing crime spree, well, you've got other things on your mind besides the weather.
Colton Harris Moore Map
COLT'S STOMPING GROUNDS
1. MARCH 22, 1991: Harris-Moore is born on Camano Island. By age 18 he'll be allegedly involved in more than 100 crimes. 2. APRIL 29, 2008: Escapes from Griffin Home, near Seattle 3. JULY 17, 2008: Evades police on Camano by leaping from a stolen Mercedes 4. NOVEMBER 12, 2008: A Cessna stolen from Orcas Island Airport later crash-lands on an Indian reservation 5. AUGUST 6, 2009: A boat is stolen in La Conner, Washington, and later found off Eastsound, Orcas Island
It's believed the kid had cased the small airport on Orcas Island, in the San Juans off the coast of Washington, for at least a week, hiding in the trees behind a flimsy deer fence to watch takeoffs and landings, waiting patiently until a late-model Cessna 182 Skylane—fuel-injected dependability, easy to fly, rugged as hell—touched down and rolled into the hangar farm. Sometime after sundown, he'd pried his way inside the hangar, where he had all night to check out the plane, read the GPS and autopilot manuals, and dig around to find the ignition key the owner had tucked away in a fishing-tackle box. At sunrise, he'd raised the hangar's wide metal door, attached the tow bar, leaned his six-foot-five, 200-pound frame against the one-ton plane, and slowly rolled it out.
Between YouTube and flight sims, any computer literate can find more than enough info to pilot a plane—in theory. Microsoft Flight Simulator reproduces the dash of the 182 exactly, and once the thief climbed into the pilot's seat, his fingers found all the gauges and controls quickly, adjusting fuel mixture and rudder trim. The newer fuel-injected engines turn over easily, and with so many private planes on Orcas, none of the neighbors took special notice of the early-morning growls of the Skylane's 235-horsepower Lycoming. He revved up and taxied south toward the still-sleeping town of Eastsound, then spun the plane until its nose aimed straight down runway 34—which ends abruptly in the cold, slate-gray waters of Puget Sound. He went full-throttle and popped the toe brakes. Instantly the plane lurched forward. The virgin pilot kept his cool, applying enough pressure on the right rudder pedal to counteract the propeller torque and keep the Cessna on the skinny, half-mile strip long enough to hit 60 miles per hour, lift off, and mainline an epic hit of euphoria.
From what the pilot's mom, Pam Kohler, tells me, this was not only her son's first solo takeoff but the very first time he'd ever been in a plane. Here's a kid who'd been told over and over, by teachers, by the police, by so-called friends, and by nearly every adult he'd ever had contact with, that he would never do anything. Suddenly he's flying high, soloing in a bright white plane with whooshing red stripes.
hahahaha