Aside of the fact that this work is stunningly beautiful, I think Graeme's been on Walkabout in the sun too long. Next thing you know he'll be halucinating trollys. Quick! Someone give him a shot of whisky and a good hunk of vegamite!
It's VegEmite, Otter, and the trolleys are REAL! They speak to me.
The sound changes from wocka to whump as they pass overhead. It's a doppler effect thing.
Easily explained. French choppers don't make the same sound. They go tcho, tcho, tcho, tcho... not wocka.typical french man
In the same fashion, our dogs don't go bark, bark but rather ouaf, ouaf. Our cows don't go mooh, they go meuh. And our women... well, I'll stop here.![]()
... and on to the military stuff. Brace yourself for an apocalypse of Hueys!
That's the ticket! I'm revamping this one at the moment ... count the guns: two miniguns, four M60s and two seven-tube launchers! God only knows how it got off the ground.
Nearly done with this one. I just need to bolt some stuff inside and change the rotor colour and a few markings and we're done!