Dashing through the snow
In a rusty Chevrolet
Down the road I go
Slidin' all the way
I need new piston rings
I need some new snow tires
My car is held together by a piece of chicken wire
Oh, rust and smoke
The heater's broke,
The door just blew away,
I light a match to see the dash
and then I start to pray
Oh, the frame is bent,
The muffler went,
The radio's OK
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a rusty Chevrolet
I went to the (apple juice) store
To get a cup of cheer,
Just passed my left front tire
It's getting hard to steer
Speedin' down the highway
Right past the city cops
I had to drag my rubber boots
Just to get that car to stop
Oh, rust and smoke
The heater's broke
The door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash
and then I start to pray
Oh, the frame is bent
The muffler went
The radio's OK
Oh, what fun it is to drive in a rusty Chevrolet
Bouncing through snow drifts
In a big, blue cloud of smoke
People laugh as I drive by
I wonder what's the joke
I had to get to Sears
To pick up my layaway
'Cause Santa's comin' soon
In his big ol' rusty sleigh
Oh, rust and smoke
The heater's broke
The door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash
and then I start to pray
Oh, frame is bent
Muffler went
Radio's OK
Oh, what fun it is to drive in this rusty Chevrolet
Oh, what fun it is to drive in this rusty Chevrolet!
Oh, what fun it is to drive in a rusty Chevrolet
Bouncing through snow drifts
In a big, blue cloud of smoke
People laugh as I drive by
I wonder what's the joke
I had to get to Sears
To pick up my layaway
'Cause Santa's comin' soon
In his big ol' rusty sleigh
Oh, rust and smoke
The heater's broke
The door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash
and then I start to pray
Oh, frame is bent
Muffler went
Radio's OK
Oh, what fun it is to drive in this rusty Chevrolet
Oh, what fun it is to drive in this rusty Chevrolet!
(Wiki) Begun in 1947, the B-54 was the planned production version of the YB-50C prototype. The standard Pratt & Whitney R-4360 engines of the normal B-50 bomber were replaced with R-4360-51 Variable Discharge Turbine (VDT) engines, the fuselage was lengthened by over 10 feet (3.0 m) and the wingspan was extended by 20 feet (6.1 m), which required the installation of outrigger landing gear in the first and fourth engine nacelles. Large fuel tanks under the outboard wing section were required to carry an additional 3,000 US gallons (11,000 L; 2,500 imp gal) of fuel to reach the intended 9,300 miles (15,000 km) range; 14 .50-caliber machine guns comprised the specified defensive armament.[1]
On May 29, 1948, contracts were placed by the Air Force for 14 B-54A bombers and 29 RB-54A reconnaissance aircraft.[2][3][4][1] However, on April 18, 1949, the B-54 project was canceled due to the development of better-performing jet aircraft; construction of the prototype B-54A had started at Seattle but was never completed.[1] The cancellation was lambasted by the Seattle press, who claimed that it was a political decision instead of a military one.[5]
General characteristics
Crew: 10
Length: 111 ft (34 m)
Wingspan: 161 ft 0 in (49.08 m)
Height: 32 ft 8 in (9.96 m)
Gross weight: 230,000 lb (104,326 kg)
Powerplant: 4 × Pratt & Whitney R-4360-51 radial piston, 4,500 hp (3,400 kW) each
Performance
Maximum speed: 430 mph (690 km/h, 370 kn)
Cruise speed: 305 mph (491 km/h, 265 kn)
Range: 9,000 mi (14,000 km, 7,800 nmi)
Ferry range: 10,562 mi (16,998 km, 9,178 nmi)
Service ceiling: 40,000 ft (12,000 m) service
Armament
Guns: 14 × .50-caliber machine guns in turrets
Bombs: 36,000 pounds (16,000 kg)
Dashing through the snow
In a rusty Chevrolet
Down the road I go
Slidin' all the way
I need new piston rings
I need some new snow tires
My car is held together by a piece of chicken wire
Oh, rust and smoke
The heater's broke,
The door just blew away,
I light a match to see the dash
and then I start to pray
Oh, the frame is bent,
The muffler went,
The radio's OK
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a rusty Chevrolet
Man and machine and nothing there in between
The flying circus and a man from Prussia
The sky and a plane, this man commands his domain
The western front and all the way to Russia
Death from above, you're under fire
Stained red as blood, he's roaming higher
Born a soldier from the horseback to the skies
That's where the legend will arise
And he's flying
Higher, the king of the sky
He's flying too fast and he's flying too high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die
First to the scene, he is a lethal machine
It's bloody April and the tide is turning
Fire at will, it is the thrill of the kill
Four in a day shot down with engines burning
Embrace the fame, red squadron leader
Call out his name: "Rote Kampfflieger"
In the game to win, a gambler rolls the dice
Eighty allies paid the price
And he's flying
Higher, the king of the sky
He's flying too fast and he's flying too high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die
Higher
Higher, the king of the sky
He's flying too fast, again, he's flying too high
He's flying higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die
Higher
Born a soldier from the horseback to the skies
And the legend never dies
And he's flying
And he's flying
And he's flying
Higher, the king of the sky
He's flying too fast and he's flying too high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die
Higher, the king of the sky
He's flying too fast and he's flying too high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die
@Boeing727200F uhhhh... idk I'm pretty sure it's China or Russia I'm not sure
@Rb2h imma check if they are still there.
Skips well on water.
@LoganAviaton
@StopBreathingMyAir seems very familiar.
WOW YA WEREN'T LYING
@MIGFOXHOUND31BSM26 yes. Looks like a good base.
Smol but fast
I got some Styrofoam planes at a military museum and this looks like one.
@StockPlanesRemastered doesn't have to be really accurate.
Dashing through the snow
In a rusty Chevrolet
Down the road I go
Slidin' all the way
I need new piston rings
I need some new snow tires
My car is held together by a piece of chicken wire
Oh, rust and smoke
The heater's broke,
The door just blew away,
I light a match to see the dash
and then I start to pray
Oh, the frame is bent,
The muffler went,
The radio's OK
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a rusty Chevrolet
I went to the (apple juice) store
To get a cup of cheer,
Just passed my left front tire
It's getting hard to steer
Speedin' down the highway
Right past the city cops
I had to drag my rubber boots
Just to get that car to stop
Oh, rust and smoke
The heater's broke
The door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash
and then I start to pray
Oh, the frame is bent
The muffler went
The radio's OK
Oh, what fun it is to drive in a rusty Chevrolet
Bouncing through snow drifts
In a big, blue cloud of smoke
People laugh as I drive by
I wonder what's the joke
I had to get to Sears
To pick up my layaway
'Cause Santa's comin' soon
In his big ol' rusty sleigh
Oh, rust and smoke
The heater's broke
The door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash
and then I start to pray
Oh, frame is bent
Muffler went
Radio's OK
Oh, what fun it is to drive in this rusty Chevrolet
Oh, what fun it is to drive in this rusty Chevrolet!
@LoganAviation
OH OK
@LoganAviation ok.
@LoganAviation ok
@LoganAviation totally not a teaser for what imma post tomorrow.
I couldn't include the of middle of the song, "rusty chevrolet" by Shanneyganock.
Oh, what fun it is to drive in a rusty Chevrolet
Bouncing through snow drifts
In a big, blue cloud of smoke
People laugh as I drive by
I wonder what's the joke
I had to get to Sears
To pick up my layaway
'Cause Santa's comin' soon
In his big ol' rusty sleigh
Oh, rust and smoke
The heater's broke
The door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash
and then I start to pray
Oh, frame is bent
Muffler went
Radio's OK
Oh, what fun it is to drive in this rusty Chevrolet
Oh, what fun it is to drive in this rusty Chevrolet!
@LoganAviation I GOT PINNEDDDDDDDDDDD
(Wiki) Begun in 1947, the B-54 was the planned production version of the YB-50C prototype. The standard Pratt & Whitney R-4360 engines of the normal B-50 bomber were replaced with R-4360-51 Variable Discharge Turbine (VDT) engines, the fuselage was lengthened by over 10 feet (3.0 m) and the wingspan was extended by 20 feet (6.1 m), which required the installation of outrigger landing gear in the first and fourth engine nacelles. Large fuel tanks under the outboard wing section were required to carry an additional 3,000 US gallons (11,000 L; 2,500 imp gal) of fuel to reach the intended 9,300 miles (15,000 km) range; 14 .50-caliber machine guns comprised the specified defensive armament.[1]
On May 29, 1948, contracts were placed by the Air Force for 14 B-54A bombers and 29 RB-54A reconnaissance aircraft.[2][3][4][1] However, on April 18, 1949, the B-54 project was canceled due to the development of better-performing jet aircraft; construction of the prototype B-54A had started at Seattle but was never completed.[1] The cancellation was lambasted by the Seattle press, who claimed that it was a political decision instead of a military one.[5]
General characteristics
Crew: 10
Length: 111 ft (34 m)
Wingspan: 161 ft 0 in (49.08 m)
Height: 32 ft 8 in (9.96 m)
Gross weight: 230,000 lb (104,326 kg)
Powerplant: 4 × Pratt & Whitney R-4360-51 radial piston, 4,500 hp (3,400 kW) each
Performance
Maximum speed: 430 mph (690 km/h, 370 kn)
Cruise speed: 305 mph (491 km/h, 265 kn)
Range: 9,000 mi (14,000 km, 7,800 nmi)
Ferry range: 10,562 mi (16,998 km, 9,178 nmi)
Service ceiling: 40,000 ft (12,000 m) service
Armament
Guns: 14 × .50-caliber machine guns in turrets
Bombs: 36,000 pounds (16,000 kg)
Dashing through the snow
In a rusty Chevrolet
Down the road I go
Slidin' all the way
I need new piston rings
I need some new snow tires
My car is held together by a piece of chicken wire
Oh, rust and smoke
The heater's broke,
The door just blew away,
I light a match to see the dash
and then I start to pray
Oh, the frame is bent,
The muffler went,
The radio's OK
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a rusty Chevrolet
Concorde lookin nose, I like it.
Engine overspeeds and explodes.
It ran in the other direction.
Is good.
@Convoyslayer I used to silently go on this site without a account and I wished I could have asked you earlier.
How does it still fly when the wing is gone?
Maybe give the creator some credit?
This, is perfection
@Randomplayer T
Thank ye!
Purple tree purple tree
My grandma is going to love this.
It could work for aircraft in the arctic.
@Imbadatbuildingplens ohhhĥhh, now I understand
This is a biplane????
Explode it, squish it, melt it, crush it.
@florky your comment is going off my screen😭
It should have some type of boat tag, works surprisingly well as a boat.
Biplane👍
This is cool, all the decals are correct, I have a model that looks identical!
Dcvsguhjerhufgigryuifsggryutsigyuirteferwyuiggfyuig442tgyu854egg78yeteyuig zhgchfbtr
@RizalAdiel thanks!
This is a series.
@IMAFISH42069
We’re the first wave on the shore
We’re the first ones to fall
Yet soldiers have fallen before
screaming eagles by sabaton.
Bit late.
@TheArizonaRanger
Killing machine
Honour in the skies
B17
Flying home
Killing machine
Said goodbye to the cross he deserved
He risked his life two times that day
To save an unknown enemy
Escort to safety, out of the killzone
A short salute, then departed
Man and machine and nothing there in between
The flying circus and a man from Prussia
The sky and a plane, this man commands his domain
The western front and all the way to Russia
Death from above, you're under fire
Stained red as blood, he's roaming higher
Born a soldier from the horseback to the skies
That's where the legend will arise
And he's flying
Higher, the king of the sky
He's flying too fast and he's flying too high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die
First to the scene, he is a lethal machine
It's bloody April and the tide is turning
Fire at will, it is the thrill of the kill
Four in a day shot down with engines burning
Embrace the fame, red squadron leader
Call out his name: "Rote Kampfflieger"
In the game to win, a gambler rolls the dice
Eighty allies paid the price
And he's flying
Higher, the king of the sky
He's flying too fast and he's flying too high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die
Higher
Higher, the king of the sky
He's flying too fast, again, he's flying too high
He's flying higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die
Higher
Born a soldier from the horseback to the skies
And the legend never dies
And he's flying
And he's flying
And he's flying
Higher, the king of the sky
He's flying too fast and he's flying too high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die
Higher, the king of the sky
He's flying too fast and he's flying too high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die
From down below an enemy spotted
So hurry up, rearm and refuel
But through the bomber’s damaged airframe
See wounded men, scared to their bone
Look to the right and then look again
And see the enemy in the eye
No bullets fly, spared by his mercy
Escorted out, out of harm’s way
Fly, fighting fair, it’s the code of the air
Brothers, heroes, foes
Killing machine
Honour in the skies
B17
Flying home
Killing machine
Said goodbye to the cross he deserved
He risked his life two times that day
To save an unknown enemy
Escort to safety, out of the killzone
A short salute, then departed