sort of incantation.

Before her academic mind could ascertain the purpose or meaning of the
incantation, a sudden warmth in between her legs distracted her. Lara blinked
in surprised as she felt her vagina growing wet and slick with lubricant.
Her cheeks became flush, and her dark brown nipples became hard and erect.
She quivered in her bonds as a tremor of pleasure passed through her body.

"Unnnnhhhh..." Lara moaned as the mummy kept mauling her flesh and reciting
the incantation. "My God...what are you doing to me?!? Ohhhhhhhhh..."

Lara's head fell back and her mouth fell open as a wave of sexual excitement
coursed through her spread-eagled frame. She swallowed hard. Her breathing
became rapid and shallow. Her breasts felt tender and ripe, her labia swollen
and moist. She felt sweat dripping down her naked back, and herown juices
dribbling from her pussy and down her thigh.

"Ohhhhh GGGGod..." Lara cried as her body, seemingly of its own volition
and in opposition to the repulsion she felt towards the mummy, prepared itself
for sex. She began to slowly move her hips, rubbing her curvaceous behind
against the mummy's cock. "Please...stop..." she murmured as she realized
the mummy's whispered incantation was somehow responsible for her body's
irrational and wanton response.

The creature ignored her plea. Instead, it released her breast and slowly
ran its hand down over her quivering abdomen to her sex. The mummy's cold,
gauze-covered hand cupped Lara's sodden pussy and pressed against it. One
bony digit found her engorged clitoris and began to rub the tender, sensitive
nub.

"UUUMMMMHHH..." Lara moaned with pleasure. "P-please...you c-can't...OHHHHHHH..."
she begged breathlessly before another passionate tremor course through her,
making her body


quiver and her voluptuous flesh jiggle.

Lara began to grind her crotch against the mummy's hand as she grew ever
more eager for sexual release. Every recitation of the ancient Egyptian spell
by her undead captor invoked more pleasure in Lara's ripe body. The sensations
soon overwhelmed her. Her body demanded satisfaction, and she could deny
it no longer.

"Oh GOD," Lara cried as her resistance buckled. "I...I...c-can't...I...need
you...to fuck me...FUCK ME...OH GOD, FUCK ME, PLEASE!!" The words had come
out strained at first, as though being dragged out of her; but once she stated
what her entranced body so ardently desired, the wanton plea spilled from
her lips with desperate passion.

The mummy suddenly ended reciting the incantation, and stopped rubbing Lara's
clit. The creature withdrew its hand from her pussy, making the Tomb Raider
whimper with disappointment. Her bodytrembled with expectation. She heard
the sound of fabric tearing, and realized the creature was ripping away the
wrappings from its huge cock.

The mummy bent its gauze-wrapped knees, and then Lara felt the tip of the
creature's huge cock against her swollen pussy lips. A hoarse groan
rattled in her throat. She gasped as she felt the monster's prick entering
her swollen, sensitive sex. The mummy reached forward and one again grabbed
one of Lara's large, firm breasts, groping the heavy mound and pinching the
tender nub at its peak. All the while, it shoved its member deeper into the
Tomb Raider's pussy.

"Oh GOD...so GOOD..." Lara moaned as the mummy's cock filled her to capacity.
She could not remember ever feeling such intense and overwhelming pleasure
ever before in her life. Her body, mind, and soul alike yearned


for the
satisfaction that only sex could bring. Her fingers clenched around the strips
of fabric that bound her arms and she eagerly anticipated the animalistic
rutting she was sure would commence any second. She wasn't disappointed.

The mummy withdrew its cock from Lara's pussy, making the beautiful archeologist
suck air through her clenched teeth. Then the creature thrust its hips forward
and upwards, slamming its prick into Lara's warm, wet sheath.

"OHHHHHH!!" Lara groaned as her body greeted the monster's thrusts with intense
pleasure. "UHH!! UHH!! UHH!! UHH!!" She grunted as the creature slammed its
hips against her ass. Lara's large breasts bounced with every thrust, the
huge globes slapping against her sweat-soaked skin.

"RRHH!! RRHH!! RRHH!! RRHH!!" the mummy rumbled as it fucked its helpless
captive. The creature reached forward and took hold of Lara's bouncing breasts,
grabbing thefleshy mounds with its claw-like hands and squeezing them
mercilessly. The Tomb Raider's nipples grew hard, her areolas puckered. For
several minutes, the rape proceeded, Lara's luscious frame gyrating in forced
ecstasy.

"Harder! FASTER!!" Lara begged the creature. Her skin glowed with a sheen
of sweat; her juices gushed from her pussy, running down her quivering, spread
thighs.

"EH-HEH-HEH-HEH!!" the mummy chortled as it accelerated its thrusts at Lara's
urging. "HUH!! HUH!! HUH!! HUH!!"

"Oh, CHRIST, YES!!" Lara cried as her body bucked and writhed in response
to the creature's crude ravishing. "Going to CUM...need to CUM...UH...UH...UH..."
she breathed. Her dark brown eyes rolled back inside her head. She could
feel the orgasm building inside her and knew it would be devastating. She
eagerly awaited it, silently prayed for its release.

"NUH!! NUH!! NUH!! NUH!! NUHHHH....RRRRAAAAARRRGGHHH!!" the mummy roared
as it reached climax.


As it came, it delivered a powerful thrust to Lara's
ravaged loins.

"OH GOD!!!" she screamed, her voice strained and tight. She felt the mummy's
seed spill inside her--it felt cold, icy cold, but it sent her over the edge.
"OHHHHHHH!!" Lara cried as her loins contracted and every muscle in her body
tensed in sexual climax. Her eyes opened wide as a powerful orgasm overwhelmed
her. "UUHHHHHHH!! OH GOD!! OH GOD!! UHHHHHHH!!!"

Suddenly, a bright white light appeared at the peak of Lara's breasts and
at the apex of her thighs. She continued to gyrate and moan as the lights
grew brighter. Then the light moved in a bright stream across her skin towards
the mummy's decomposed flesh. The light in Lara's breasts flowed into the
creature's hands, the light in her pussy into the monster's cock.

"OORRRRAAAHHHH!!" thecreature groaned in ecstasy as the light from Lara's
body flowed into his. The creature released Lara's breasts and spread its
arms wide, then threw its head back, as if accepting some divine gift. It
pulled its cock out of the Tomb Raider and stepped back from her body, then
took a deep breath and sighed contentedly.

Lara groaned as her head fell forward; she felt extremely light-headed and
weak. Her body slumped, held up only by the mummy wrappings that bound her
wrists. She struggled to take shallow breaths. Patiently, Lara waited for
the post-coital afterglow to pass and for her strength to return. When it
did not, she began to grow concerned.

Her head lolled awkwardly as she turned to watch as the mummy walked around
her. The creature walked by Lara as if she wasn't there;


and squeezed the tender globes. <So much life-energy in
your body. A feast for one such as I. A pity you will not survive the process.
I have enjoyed our coupling.>

The mummy released one of Lara's breasts and slowly ran its fingertips up
her chest to her neck. It reached behind her head and took hold of her braided
ponytail, pulling it back suddenly and harshly, lifting Lara's head up towards
its own. The monster leaned forward and pressed its mouth over Lara's. The
Tomb Raider gagged as she felt the creature's decomposed lips pressing against
her own. She nearly retched when the mummy's cold, rotting tongue slid into
her mouth and licked her tongue and teeth lasciviously.

The mummy ended the grotesque kiss and pulled its head back, then laughed.
<Soon, I will be erect again. ThenI will take you one last time. The
spell will ensure you experience one last moment of pleasure...before you
die, so I may live. The symmetry is beautiful, is it not?>

Lara didn't even have the energy for a snappy comeback. She glared at the
mummy from beneath heavy-lidded eyes, her dark brown eyes blazing with anger.
Her heart, however, despaired. She felt too weak to break her bonds, never
mind run away or hold a gun. Lara's head fell forward. She saw the creature's
right hand was at its midsection, moving...she grew alarmed when she realized
the mummy was stroking itself, urging its cock to become erect so it could
finish her off. She gasped weakly. The mummy laughed at her fear, then turned
to study the hieroglyphics once again.

Lara's eyes searched desperately around the chamber, hoping


to find some
means of escape and finding none. She looked over at the mummy, still staring
at the markings on the wall. Lara began to wonder what it found so intriguing
there. She focused all her energy into reading the hieroglyphics. Her eyes
followed the pictograms, down, then back up the the top of the next column.
Suddenly, she realized what she was looking at: the same incantation the
mummy had uttered earlier to make her all hot and bothered!

It wasn't just a simple lust spell; it was an incantation to Osiris, the
Egyptian God of the underworld, to restore the dead to life by relieving
a living body of its energy--just as the creature had said. The incantation
implied that sex was the best method of achieving this transfer.

Then Lara noticed that the incantation ended...onlyhalfway across the wall.
She waited until the mummy moved aside, then began to read the rest of the
hieroglyphs. Her eyes grew wide as she interpreted them, and a faint smile
curled the corner of her lips.

Suddenly, the mummy turned around,
and Lara gasped as she glanced at its midsection and saw that the creature's
cock was once again erect. It walked towards her, an obscene grin on its
half-rotted face, then walked behind her. Lara turned her head, watching
over her shoulder as the mummy approached her weak and vulnerable body. She
shivered when she felt the creature's cold hands on her backside.

<Osiris, son of Geb, lord of the underworld, hear my prayer,>
the mummy said, reciting the incantation. <Let the dead arise, let
the sleeper awake. Take from this sacrifice her Ka and render it


unto
me. Inflame her loins with passion, excite her body with desire. Fill her
breasts with fire and her heart with lust. Bring her to the peak of ecstasy
and then to the depths of the underworld, that her life may be forfeit and
that mine may be restored. Osiris, hear my prayer!>

The mummy then began to repeat the incantation, but Lara could already feel
its effects. As before, her heart began to pound in her chest. She moaned
weakly as she felt her pussy lubricating and a languid lust taking hold of
her body. She knew she could not resist the spell or its effects, but she
gritted her teeth and struggled to maintain some semblance of concentration.
Have to...hang on...wait for the right moment...she told herself.

The mummy spread her ass cheeks as it continued torecite the incantation,
then began to rub its huge cock in the crack of Lara's heart-shaped ass.
Lara moaned, her voice a mix of despair and desire, as she realized the creature
intended to fuck her ass. She drew a breath through clenched teeth when the
mummy reached forward and pinched one of her tender nipples in its cold,
bony fingers. Then the mummy squeezed her breast; the huge mound felt as
though it were suddenly on fire. Lara could think of nothing but sex at that
moment. Desperately, like a drowning woman, she fought against the growing
lust in her body, trying to focus on the one slender hope she had.

"AHHHHHH!!" Lara cried as the mummy pressed its cock into her ass. She had
been taken that way only a few hours before, but the sensation


was no less
intense. The creature's huge prick stretched her rear opening to its limits
and beyond. The ancient incantation ensured that her body interpreted the
pain as pleasure, and Lara felt herself drowning in waves of ecstasy. She
took a deep rasping breath as the monster pulled out of her and then plunged
back in.

"OHHHHHHH!!" Lara screamed as the huge cock ravished her anus. Already, the
beautiful Tomb Raider could feel the first stirrings of a powerful orgasm
growing in her loins. Her body, mind, and soul, all entranced by the ancient
incantation, wanted to give in, wanted to experience the powerful, cataclysmic
release of sexual climax. But she knew it would bring certain death to her,
and unleash the monster that was assaulting her on an unsuspecting world.

"HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH!" Lara grunted with every thrustof the mummy's prick
into her ass. Her globular breasts shook, and sweat ran freely from every
pore on her ravaged body. As though swimming upwards from the bottom of the
ocean, Lara Croft fought off the effects of the rape and the incantation,
struggling to focus the mind that she had honed as finely as her body. Her
jaw clenched tightly, and her brow furrowed in concentration. She opened
her eyes and read the second inscription, scrawled in ancient hieroglyphics
on the wall just in front of her.

<Nephthys, daughter of Nut, mistress of the underworld, hear my
prayer...UHHH...> Lara began to recite under her breath. <Make
the dead rest, let the sleeper resume his long slumber. Return unto me my
Ka which was taken from me. OHHHH...>

"RRUHH!! RRUHH!!" The mummy grunted, then paused when it heard its


took a deep, rasping
breath in response. She collapsed, hanging from her bound wrists; resisting
the siren call of the lust spell and focusing on reciting the opposing
incantation had taken the last of her strength.

The wind began to howl inside the underground chamber. Lara turned her head
and watched over her shoulder as it formed a tight whirlwind around her
assailant. The mummy held up its bandaged arms in supplication, but to no
avail. The whirlwind churned violently around the creature's body, and the
mummy screamed as its wrappings were torn away.

A bright white glow suddenly appeared in the mummy's eyes, and in the center
of its chest, and in its loins. Lara's brown eyes grew wide as the light
brightened, then leapt from the mummy, through the swirling wind that was
tearing it apart, and towardsher. Instinctively, Lara screamed as the streams
of light approached her. One channel of light entered her body through her
eyes and mouth; another slammed into her breasts, and a third flowed towards
the ground at her feet before turning upwards and diving into her privates.

"GAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Lara cried as her own reclaimed life force poured back into
her body. "HRRAHH!! HRRAHH!! HRRAHH!!" she grunted as the energy pulsed into
her in waves. Her mouth was opened wide; light poured into it. Her breasts
felt as though they were on fire. Her pussy gushed as it was ravished by
the bright life energy that returned to her in a most intimate and sensual
way.

"NNNUUUUHHHH!!" the mummy screamed in agony. The bandages had been torn from
its body completely, leaving its desiccated flesh to be stripped away by
the hot,


violent wind. The creature twitched and flailed violently, but could
not escape the whirlwind's destructive embrace. The life force it had stolen
from Lara continued to flow back to her in multiple bright streams of light.

"OH GOD...OH GOD...OH GOD!!" Lara shouted as the mystical return of her life
energy brought her closer and closer to a sexual climax. She hung in her
bonds, her naked body convulsing with intense pleasure as the streams of
light pulsed into the most sensitive regions of her body. It felt as though
hundreds of hot fingers were massaging her sensitive breasts, and as though
a huge, hot, pulsating cock was thrusting relentlessly into her pussy.

Behind her, the wind swirled around the mummy, or rather, what was left of
it. Most of the skin and flesh had been stripped away bythe mystical desert
wind, leaving a flailing skeleton of black bones held together by dry, sinewy
ligaments. Finally, those were torn away, and the bones crumbled. Most of
the skeleton turned to dust; a few dark bones collapsing to the chamber's
stone floor with a dry clatter.

"OH...OH...OH...OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" Lara yelled in ecstasy as a powerful climax
finally took her. The light had ceased flowing from the mummy and instead
enveloped her body. Every nerve seemed aflame, every inch of her skin suffused
with pleasure. She tossed her head back, her long braided ponytail slapping
against her naked behind as she succumbed to a powerful, mystical orgasm.
A blinding white light exploded behind her eyes, cleansing her mind of all
coherent thought. Her body convulsed, sweat spraying from it as it shook
violently.

"NNNNNGGGGHHHH!!" she grunted hoarsely as her body quivered with


one last
violent tremor of pleasure. Then the wrappings binding Lara's wrists and
ankles snapped, and her exhausted body collapsed to the ground.

Lara lay sprawled on the cold stone floor of the underground chamber for
several minutes, her chest heaving as she gulped air, her naked body trembling
with the aftershock of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.
Eventually, she shakily pushed herself up to a sitting position. She glanced
dizzily around the chamber. Her eyes came to rest on the remains of the mummy.

"Was it good for you too?" she muttered with a sly but weary grin.

Lara Croft pushed herself to her feet. She took a stumbling step forward;
her knees, not surprisingly, felt very weak. She put one arm out and held
herself up against the wall. Opening her eyes, she noticedshe was leaning
against the carved incantation that had saved her life. She gave the wall
an affectionate pat.

"Nephthys, old girl," she murmured, "I shall have to visit one of your temples
and make a proper offering of thanks."

Lara staggered out of the chamber and
through the underground corridors until she happened upon her abandoned backpack.
She recalled that the mummy had captured her in a chamber with an underground
pool. A faint smile came to her luscious lips. Her voluptuous body was still
covered with the disgusting evidence of her ordeal: sweat, semen, sand, dirt,
even blood.

"I could use a refreshing dip," Lara said to herself, then made her way into
the nearby underground chamber with its shallow pool. She set her backpack
down on the stone floor and dipped her naked toes into the cool water.


A
delightful shiver ran down her spine. She slowly waded into the pool, pressing
her hands against the etched stones on either side for support.

Seconds later, Lara Croft was immersed in the cool water and sighed with
relief as she washed the grit and grime from her skin. She plunged her head
beneath the surface of the water, then tossed it back, droplets spraying,
her splashes echoing in the underground tomb.

Lara spread her body out in the pool and laid back. She closed her eyes and
let her head lay on a stone step at one end of the basin. She sighed contentedly
and ran her hands over her wet, naked skin.

"Mmmmm..." she hummed as her hands caressed her breasts and pussy. "That
last shagging nearly made up for the whole bloody day," she murmured toherself.
"Nearly, but not quite," she said, her voice hardening. Her dark brown eyes
opened and blazed with cold, righteous fury. "Right. When I get back to Cairo,
it'll be time for some payback..."

Epilogue

Abdul Farrar left his dinner table and walked down the long hallway of his
mansion in Cairo, heading for his private study, as he did every night after
dinner. The servants would clean the table, and his wife would take care
of their two daughters, reading to them before putting them to bed. He had
a good life, far better than the vast majority of other modern Egyptians,
and should have felt content. But he did not. He sighed and opened the door
to his study, then closed it behind him, locking it as was his habit to avoid
interruptions, and switched on the light.

He


walked towards his desk, idly noticing that the high-backed chair was
turned away from him. He stopped dead in his tracks when the chair suddenly
swung around. His eyes widened and his heart leapt to his throat when he
saw who was sitting there. A tight cyan tank top was stretched across her
formidable breasts, and her dark brown eyes regarded him with cold bemusement
over the dark round lenses of her sunglasses. She held a pistol with a silencer
attached to its barrel; it was pointed straight at his heart.

"YOU!!" Farrar exclaimed. It had been two days since he'd seen her for what
he'd thought was both the first and last time. "But...you...you should be..."

"Dead?" Lara Croft responded nonchalantly. "I'm not that easy to kill, Farrar.
Or should I call you Rameses? Help me outuntil his eyes traveled down over
her voluptuous body to her midsection. Then his eyes went wide and his mouth
dropped open. There, fastened around Lara's khaki shorts, was the huge gilded
dildo Farrar had used to rape her only two days before. Part of his mind
comprehended her intention, but he couldn't believe it.

"W-what are you..." he stammered. "N-no...y-you cannot mean to...!!"

"Oh, I bloody well do," Lara murmured threateningly as she slowly walked
around the desk towards him, the gun still pointed at his chest. "Time for
some payback. Now bend over the desk and drop your trousers." Lara sauntered
towards Farrar until she stood no less than two yards from him.

Somewhere within him, Farrar found some semblance of a backbone. He straightened
and stared down his nose at the beautiful Englishwoman who stood so


brazenly
before him. "I will not," he declared, his voice shaking but firm.
"I am descended from royalty. The blood of the Pharaohs runs in my veins,
and..."

Lara took a sudden step forward, drew her gun arm across her chest, and violently
pistol-whipped the Egyptian. Farrar spun around and nearly collapsed to the
floor, but Lara caught him by the scruff of the neck and threw him across
the desk face-first. She pressed the barrel of the pistol against the back
of his neck.

"I'll spill that noble blood quite gladly if you put up any resistance, you
bastard," Lara snarled as she grabbed the back of his pants and yanked them
down to his ankles. Lara placed one booted foot on his pants and forced Farrar
to step out of them, then she harshly kicked his legs apart.The man's whine
of despair brought a satisfied smile to her face.

"Do try to keep a sock in it, Abe," she whispered into his ear as she positioned
the golden dildo at his anus. "Don't want to wake the children..."

Later, Lara Croft reflected that she had to give Farrar some credit. During
the two hours that followed, he barely made a sound louder than an anguished
whimper.


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After nine years of searching, investigators found Tony Luzio Jr.’s missing car in a mere seven feet of water.

After nine years of searching, investigators found Tony Luzio Jr.’s missing car in a mere seven feet of water.

Investigators spotted the vehicle around 4:00 p.m. Tuesday evening on East Orange Road and Summerfield Road in Delaware County. The car was badly silted over and had algae growing on it.

Investigators have searched hundreds of bodies of water, but this time, they moved the search away from where Luzio was last seen and closer to where he may have been heading. That included moving the search closer to the home of a friend he was last seen with on Bayhill Drive near Rutherford Road in Liberty Township.

Searchers used a remote-controlled, battery operatedfallen in," says Barb Jones, who lives across the street from the pond. But by the time she made it to the water just a few steps from her front door, she realized it wasn't a child but a car in the water. "When we first went out there, the dive team was down underneath confirming the license plate and they confirmed it was the license plate of the young man.”

“We actually lived here when it supposedly happened; never heard a thing never saw a thing,” recalls Jones.

She says his car - a 2004 silver Honda civic - was almost unrecognizable when it emerged from the pond. "When they pulled the car out, it was completely covered in muck. You couldn't see anything through the windows.”

Barb and her


friend Dawn say the cars windows were up and there was no damage that they could see. "I would never believe there was a car in there," said Dawn Migliore

In part, because the women say the pond was partially drained years ago.

When the car appeared, Dawn says she had a sinking feeling. "My first indication was I wonder if they are looking for (Luzio Jr.).” She'd been following his case in the news. "I knew they had opened the case back up and they were looking at the ponds,” adds Migliore.

The women say children fish and walk around the pond all the time. They don't remember seeing any tire tracks in the grass to indicate a car had gone in. Migliore calls it “creepy”

To them, it's a mysteryhow the car found it's a way into the pond without anyone hearing or seeing a thing.

"There were no tire tracks it was supposed to happen at 4:00 a.m. we heard nothing," says Jones.

Neighbors tell 10TV they heard deputies say the car was in about 9 feet of water and was located about 15 feet from the shore. Search teams used a remote controlled boat with sonar to locate the car under water.

Tony Luzio's father tells 10TV the car was not found based on a tip. He says the search team expanded the area where they thought the car would be and eventually located it.


Sycamore Mall to become Iowa City Marketplace

11:43 PM,
Sep. 24, 2013

A preliminary sketch details the proposed entrance to Iowa City Marketplace.

Written by

Mitchell Schmidt
| Iowa City Press-Citizen

Officials with Iowa City's Sycamore Mall have big plans to redesign and remarket the more than 40-year-old mall.

CORE Realty Holdings, the mall's owner, and local engineering firm Shive-Hattery announced Tuesday their plans to rebrand the 1660 Sycamore St. shopping center into the new Iowa City Marketplace.

"We'll be more welcoming, more social, we're trying to give it a little bit of a downtown feel," said John Arlotti, vice president of CORE Realty Holdings. "Like to get some of the same shops in downtown Iowa City without all the parking hassle." ...should leverage the existing network of U.S. centers and laboratories. To that end, the report recommends that the National Science Foundation invest in both telescopes and their exoplanet instrumentation to provide all-sky access to the U.S. community.

While missions like Kepler spacecraft have characterized a remarkable population of planets relatively close to their stars, our knowledge of worlds in the outer reaches of the universe is woefully lacking, the committee said. The report says WFIRST, the large space-based mission that received the highest priority in the Academies' 2010 decadal survey, will play two extremely valuable roles: first, it will permit a survey of planets farther from their stars than surveyed by Kepler and other missions. Second, it will enable a large direct imaging mission.

Although the radial velocity method –


committee also recommended building on the model of NASA's interdisciplinary collaboration initiative—Nexus for Exoplanet Science System – by supporting a cross-divisional research effort inviting proposals for interdisciplinary research.

The committee called on NASA to support a robust individual investigator program that includes grants for theoretical, laboratory, and ground-based telescopic investigations to fully realize the scientific payoff of exoplanet missions. The report also recognizes that discrimination and harassment exist in the scientific workforce and can affect the exoplanet research community, posing barriers to the participation of people from certain demographic groups. To maximize scientific potential and opportunities for excellence, institutions and organizations should take concrete steps to eliminate discrimination and harassment and to proactively recruit and retain scientists from underrepresented groups.Translate

Monday, November 21, 2016

Canadian Forces could face heavy weapons if deployed to Mali

Canadian troops could face a terrifying arsenal of rebel-held weapons, from rockets and artillery to shoulder-fired missiles and anti-tank mines, if they are deployed as expected in a peacekeeping operation in the West African nation of Mali.

A report released on Wednesday shows that the terrorist and separatist groups have obtained a wide range of heavy weaponry from government stockpiles in both Mali and Libya, as well as other unknown sources.

The report, published by British-based Conflict Armament Research, also traces the weapons used by the Islamist radicals who killed six Canadians and 24 other civilians in Burkina Faso earlier this year. Their weapons were relatively new Chinese-made assault rifles, which – based on their similar serial numbers


– appeared to share the same supplier as Islamic State fighters in Syria, the report says.

Conflict Armament Research is largely financed by the governments of Britain and Germany and the European Union. Its 49-page report is one of the most extensive recent studies of the sources of illicit weapons in West Africa.

The huge range of heavy weapons in Mali could help explain why the Canadian government has been cautious and hesitant in announcing its peacekeeping plans in Africa.

The government announced in August that it will deploy up to 600 soldiers and 150 police officers in “peace and stabilization operations” in Africa, but nearly three months later, it still hasn’t revealed the location of the deployment.

Most analysts believe that Mali is the most likely location for the Canadian deployment,although the Canadian troops could eventually be divided among several African locations. Defence Minister Harjit Sajjan visited Mali and neighbouring Senegal last week, and his department earlier sent a reconnaissance team to Mali to scout out a possible peacekeeping mission.

Mali has endured civil war and terrorist attacks for much of the past five years. Radical Islamist militias won control of northern Mali in 2012, until they were pushed back by French and Malian forces. Terrorist attacks have continued since then, making Mali the deadliest country in the world for United Nations peacekeepers. More than 100 peacekeepers have been killed there since 2013, including more than 30 this year alone.

Asked about the dangers of a Mali mission, Mr. Sajjan told reporters this week that “radical groups” are a threat


a military convoy in central Mali on the first day of Mr. Sajjan’s visit to the country.

The new report by Conflict Armament Research confirms that huge numbers of weapons have been smuggled into Mali from the vast arsenals of Moammar Gadhafi, the Libyan dictator who was killed in 2011 after a military intervention by Western countries, including Canada. Those arsenals were “one of the largest and most diverse conventional weapon stockpiles of any African country,” the report says.

Weapons from the Gadhafi stockpiles fuelled the 2012 insurgencies in northern Mali and later spread to several other countries in West Africa, even reaching Syria, where they were used by Islamic State forces, the report says.

Among the Libyan weapons obtained by rebels in Mali and neighbouring countries were Russian-made MANPADS (man-portable2017 she was awarded the New Welsh Writing AmeriCymru Prize for the Novella. She is active in the on-line community of writers of flash fiction and is a regular contributor to the on-line critical hub for Welsh arts and culture, Wales Arts Review.


tour of the buildings, speeches, and his induction into the Gongali
community as an honorary elder, complete with a donated traditional robe and
“walking stick”. Tony responded with his
own gift; playing his harmonica to the tune of the Tanzania national song to a
classroom of students as they sang it.

Beth Getting Robed

Tony Gvora

Tony now as honorary elder

Visit To Gongali Village (Aslini) Primary SchoolWe also visited our
first school project, the Gongali (Aslini) Primary School, where 6 of the 8
buildings have been built to date. Teachers Sarah and Boniface organized a
special greeting with the pupils singing a welcome, after which Tony, Beth and
Sang, much to their delight, were “swarmed” with affection and curiosity by
dozens of pupils eager to shake their hands.

Pupils at Gongali Primary Singing a Greeting

Tony, Beth and Sang with Gongali pupils

SangHan got to visit
and admire the 2 classrooms that he and Alicia Lee, our Victoria artist
benefactor, funded.

Sang Han and Mayor Peter Hayshi - Alicia and Sang Classroom

New
Project – Tidivi Primary School – Kirurumu Rd, Kilimamoja Village

The alumni of Alan Roy’s
alma mater, Royal Military College in Kingston Ontario are sponsoring the construction
of a new school to be built in the village of Kilimamoja near Karatu in
northern Tanzania where an urgent need exists to accommodate approximately 50 -
60 local children who at present either do not attend school or are travelling
too far to go to school.

To date $21,000 has
been raised for the first phase of construction.

Rehearsal - Lutheran Church ChoirWe were quite curious about the beautiful singing coming from the church next to our lodge every day, so Tony, Beth


the mass of about 300 villagers huddled around the canopied
VIP tables were anxious to proceed with the opening ceremonies.

Similar to Gongali, we were treated to drumming and dancing then a few passionate speeches by the District and local politicians who emphasized the responsibilities of parents, teachers and students themselves to maintain a quality environment. A few points made;

the handshake with one of the first pupils

“Parents - provide clean uniforms and food; children - study hard, and keep the walls and floors clean from the mud (a challenging task in the rainy season).”

we all joined in the dance

The top VIP, District Executive Director, Mr Mrutu, invited
me at the beginning of his speech to accompany him in singing the national cultural
anthem. It sparked a rousing applause. My speech told theBabati to our lodge.
The rain slickened the clay roads causing me to lose control of the car at one
point down a steep slope. The one good thing about the trip though was the reduction
of speed of the boda-boda motorcyclists who drive way too recklessly, passing
and cutting in too soon, creating huge dust clouds. They were reduced to overcautious
slipping and sliding at slow speeds. Thank God at least for that.

the new school - minutes later, the sky fell

"jump-dance" entertainment

Election Fever

December 15 was the national Election Day for lower level
government leaders; Ward and Village officials; chairmen and executive
officers. Next year it will be for the district and national levels; District
Chairmen, MP’s, President.In the last
few days before an election, men from both parties (CCM and Chadema) were
driving around everywhere, blasting out


their appeals to voters through
boom-box loudspeakers mounted on the back of pick-up trucks. And noisy
celebrations in the streets and bars were the norm – an excuse to party, it
seems.

When I arrived at the Gongali Primary School site on 16
December for my meeting with the school committee, I was surprised to see
District Chairman Lazaro Titus speaking to a large gathering in the schoolyard.
Head teacher Mark Mollel educated me on post election procedures. The school
was the site for the village voting. I noticed wind-blown pages of electorate
lists pasted on the exterior walls of the school. And today, it was Lazarus’
job to brief the population on the results. Since there is no local TV media,
the District Chairman has the daunting task of going to each ward in each
village to announce thebuildings we did at Gongali and Kilimamoja is
peeling and wood trim is back to bare wood. Some windows are broken. The
impoverished village cannot contribute anything significant, other than
uniforms and meals at home, i.e., no food program for kids lunches.

After hands-on work sessions with the school committees of
both schools, I concluded that their need was genuine; books, administration
supplies, teacher desks, shelving and painting, but no food program as
unfortunately it was not in our mandate and original agreements with the
village. We painstakingly went through their list of needs and arrived at a minimal
budget, about half of what they were asking. And when I announced that this
year we were fortunate to have some available funds to at least get the schools
in basic and decent working order, to my surprise, the committee


members all
stood up and cheered. This was a new experience now for them, to actually have
a budget to work with.

We discussed administrative procedures, including the need
for a bank account, double signatures on cheques and District Education Office
co-ordination. And when they satisfied me that all procedures were in place a
few days later, I deposited a couple of thousand dollars each in their
accounts.

Getting Closer; Electricity at Gongali Aslini Primary
School.

Probably the greatest achievement of this trip was
finalizing the installation of electricity to our first school, Gongali Primary
School. After six months of challenging commitments from both the national
company Tanesco and our electrical contractor, the switch is about to be turned
on. Back in May, we signed a contract with Tanesco to do the installation, but
because we were a “private” organization, we were requiredstay with its mother and I must now pay for its upkeep and feeding so that it may grow to be a healthy milk-producing cow. Haha. I had to applaud it as a very clever enterprise on their part.

my Xmas present

Before leaving Karatu, I visited Gongali School's top pupil Patricia at her home. I was shocked to hear from head teacher Mark Mollel that things had turned worse for the family. The father had abandoned the family, and with no income, little Patricia hasn't even a school uniform to wear. It didn't seem fair to have the school's top student feeling sad and ashamed about her clothing. I gave the family a Christmas present; enough funds for a new uniform and a bunch more for food.

Star Pupil Patricia's


group of advocates who fought for better roads. These tireless advocates envisioned cities with better mobility and fought to make their streets safer and more enjoyable to navigate because they were tired of being treated like second class citizens.

Sound familiar yet?

It was called the “good road movement”, and on July 25th 1896, residents took to the streets in downtown San Francisco to advocate for better roads for bicycles in “The Great Bicycle Demonstration” – garnering over 100,000 people in the streets.

The next day, the San Francisco Call heralded these bicycle riders as “Disciples of Progress”.

San Francisco Bicycle Riders As Disciples Of Progress / from “The Great Bicycle Protest of 1896” by Hank Chapot

The bicyclists demanded that Market Street be repaved – as a wheelman explains:

“The purpose for themarch is three-fold; to show our strength, to celebrate the paving of Folsom Street, and to protest against the conditions of San Francisco pavement in general and of Market Street in particular. If the united press of this city decides that Market Street must be repaved, it will be done in a year”.

The demonstrations and advocacy from these wheelmen resulted in the swift re-paving of Market Street.

The victory was short-lived however as combustion engines allowed motor vehicles to become the method of choice for Americans to transport themselves. Nonetheless, the wheelmen succeeded in paving the roads before being subsequently squeezed off the streets by motorists.

Bicycle sales in the United States sadly dropped from a whopping 1.2 million in 1899 to just 160,000 in 1909 due to the rise


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Despite going through those hardships as a little boy, Held went on to live a life filled with optimism and joy.

"My dad is amazing," Les' daughter Elizabeth Leibowitz told TODAY. "He's the most giving and caring person. He only want to help others."

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His positivity is mind-boggling to his family, especially when they recall what he experienced.

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He was sent to the gas chambers, but on that day, they ran out of gas.

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When he was put in a line to be shot, an older man pushed Les down and took the bullet instead.

"My father always focused not on the people shooting, but the man that saved him," Aaron said.

Leibowitz family

Les came to America with nothing except a third grade education. He taught himself English by studying comic books.

"We decided he's here for a purpose in life... helping people taking care of his family," his wife Sandy Held said. "He's the happiest person I know!"

Leibowitz

Les is an avid tennis fan. The TV is always tuned to the Tennis Channel,he plays a few matches before work everyday, and he even got kicked out of a tournament for being too good!

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John McEnroe is his favorite player and when Hoda Kotb found out, she put together the ultimate surprise for this deserving man.

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Les and his family attended a John McEnroe match Thursday on the court of the US Open. Little did he know, we had camera planted throughout the stadium all pointing towards him.

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After the match, Hoda walked out on the court to introduced the crowd to Les. She had his survivor story queued up to play for the whole stadium.

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"There's someone here who want to meet you," she told Les.

McEnroe walks out to meet his biggest fan and to


CS Vedița Colonești

Club Sportiv Vedița Colonești M.S., commonly known as Vedița Colonești or simply as Vedița, is a Romanian professional football club based in Colonești, Olt County. The team currently plays in the Liga III.

History
The club was founded in 2008 as Atletic Bradu, being originally based in Bradu, Argeș County and having a combination of white and green colors. Atletic played in the Liga IV–Argeș County until 2010 when the club won the league and promoted to Liga III. The best performance was 2nd place at the end of the 2016–17 Liga III season.

During the 2018–19 winter break, following some misunderstandings with local authorities of Bradu, Atletic moved from Argeș County to Colonești, Olt County. In Colonești, the owner of the team reached an agreement with the localauthorities, so that in the summer of 2019 Atletic will merge with the local team, Vedița Colonești, changing its name and colors.

In the summer of 2019, it was announced officially that Atletic Bradu merged with Vedița Colonești, the new entity being named as CS Vedița Colonești M.S., also changing the logo and its colors from white and green to white and blue.

Honours

Domestic

Leagues
Liga III
Runners-up (1): 2016–17

Liga IV – Argeș County
Winners (2): 2009–10, 2012–13

Current squad

Club officials

Board of directors

Current technical staff

League history

References

External links
 FRF-AJF Profile

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Conan O’Brien honoured former Tonight Show sidekick Ed McMahon during last night's broadcast of the chatshow.

The Star Search host passed away at the age of 86 yesterday, while O'Brien expressed the impact McMahon had on the programme.

He said: "It is impossible I think, for anyone to imagine the Tonight Show With Johnny Carson without Ed McMahon. Ed's laugh was really the soundtrack to that show.

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"For 30 years Ed played his part perfectly, he played it with effortless joy and sitting alongside Johnny, Ed was an indelible part of what I think is the most iconic two-shot in broadcasting history."

He added: "There will never be anything like that again. Now everybody here at the Tonight Show mourns the loss of this warm and really trulyProgress in the development of trauma systems in the United States. Results of a national survey.
To examine the status of trauma system development and key structural and operational characteristics of these systems. National survey of trauma systems with enabling state statute, regulation, or executive orders and for which designated trauma centers were present. Trauma system administrators and directors of 37 state and regional organizations that had legal authority to administer trauma systems, which represented a response rate of 90.2%. Trauma system components that had been implemented or were under development. From 1988 to 1993, the number of states meeting one set of criteria for a complete trauma system criteria increased from two to five. The most common deficiency in establishing trauma systems was failure to limit the number


from the Joint Group of Experts on Scientific Aspects of Marine Environmental Protection (GESAMP) which is composed of specialised experts nominated by the IMO, FAO, UNESCO, IOC, WMO, WHO, IAEA, UN, and UNEP. A scientific group on dumping, composed of government experts from the parties to the convention a responsible to address any scientific requests from the consultative meeting, including the preparation of lists of hazardous substances, developing guide-lines on the implementation of the convention, and maintaining awareness of the impacts on the marine environments of inputs from all waste sources.

The convention is implemented in the United States through Title I of the Marine Protection, Research, and Sanctuaries Act (MPRSA) which directs that implementing regulations are to apply binding requirements of LC to the extent that this wouldnot relax the MPRSA.

1996 Protocol
On 17 November 1996, a special meeting of the Contracting Parties adopted the "1996 Protocol to the Convention on the Prevention of Marine Pollution by Dumping of Wastes and Other Matter, 1972" which is to replace the 1972 Convention, subject to ratification. In line with UNCED's Agenda 21, the 1996 Protocol reflects the global trend towards precaution and prevention with the parties agreeing to move from controlled dispersal at sea of a variety of land-generated wastes towards integrated land-based solutions for most, and controlled sea disposal of few, remaining categories of wastes or other matter.

Among the most important innovations brought by the 1996 protocol is the codification of the "precautionary approach" and the "polluter pays principle." Reflecting these principles, the protocol embodies a major


About

Perrin Kerns’ areas of expertise include modernism, feminist theory, women writers, poetics, creative nonfiction and her latest passion, digital storytelling. Prior to joining Marylhurst, she was assistant dean of the College of Arts and Sciences at Pacific University, where she started as an instructor. Before that, she was the assistant director of composition at University of Oregon. Her professional associations include the Modern Language Association, Associated Writing Programs, and Pacific Ancient and Modern Language Association. Kerns is also a filmmaker, and she has received national recognition for her documentary Between Sasquatch and Superman: Living with Down Syndrome.

Bearing Graphic Witness: The Graphic Novel as Testimony and the Crisis of Representation in Art Spiegelman’s In the Shadow of No Towers. Pacific Ancient and Modern Language Association, San Francisco, CA, 2009.Suspect Linked To Mom, 3 Kids' Deaths In Court

PARSONS, Kan. (AP) -- A man held in connection with the deaths of a southeast Kansas mother and her three children has had his first court appearance.

KWCH-TV reports (http://bit.ly/IAMzBA ) that 22-year-old David Cornell Bennett Jr., of Cherryvale, appeared Monday in Labette County District Court through a video feed from the county jail.

The judge found probable cause to continue holding Bennett on $5 million bail in connection with the deaths of 29-year-old Cami Umbarger and her children, 9-year-old Hollie Betts, 6-year-old Jaxon Betts and 4-year-old Averie Betts.

The attorney general's office is handling the case and has until Dec. 10 to file charges.

Umbarger and her children were found dead Nov. 25 at their Parsons home. Authorities have not said how they


the momentum to be the first cryptocurrency truly made for the masses?

Centralized cryptocurrency

Libra has reportedly been under development for over a year at Facebook. Before publishing a white paper in mid-June, the social networking giant sought, and continues to seek, funding from companies to help develop Libra and grant them access to the consortium of firms that will manage it moving forward. These founding members of the “Libra Association,” have already been joined by major platforms like Booking.com, and Argentina-based ecommerce site, MercadoLibre, as well as Uber, Visa, Mastercard, and PayPal. Those are some big players in the digital banking world.

The announcement has some cryptocurrency enthusiasts revving their engines, making some pretty big claims on Libra.

The launch of Facebook’s cryptocurrency will go down in history as THE catalystsheds, and volunteers worked on carriages and locomotives in very primitive conditions. As the local foundries closed down all over Northern Ireland, they set up their own, as heavy engineering workshops modernised or shut, they bought machinery and equipment from clearing auctions. And perhaps most wonderful of all, this voluntary group kept steam trains running on the mainlines throughout Ireland including the Portrush Flyer. Now with funding from HLF and Europe and the Northern Irish Tourist Board and others, the Railway Preservation Society of Ireland is about to open a heritage engineering and railway centre where people can see conservation and restoration work in action: heavy machinery dating from the glory days of British engineering in use, locomotives, diesel and steam, running and static, carriages, the older timber


ones built like coaches, the cranes, wheel drop, forge and foundry in action, see the locomotives being turned on the newly installed turntable, smell the grease, hear the steam, the hammer, shunting, and of course ride on the trains.

All of this has been achieved by dedicated teams of volunteers who would not let Ireland’s steam and railway heritage disappear and the interpretation on the site will celebrate their extraordinary achievement by featuring them and their stories.

The same commitment was responsible for saving the 1953 paddle steamer Maid of the Loch from the scrapyard when she was left to rot. Sadly many of her fittings and equipment were stripped and stolen, as her owners, a private English-based company, went into receivership. The last paddle steamer builder on the Clyde,equipped with a massive steam engine and boilers to drive her two paddles, she was first built, then dismantled and transported piece by piece overland to Loch Lomond where she was reconstructed and operated on the loch until 1981. Having rescued her from the scrapyard, the volunteers have been opening her to the public on her pier at Balloch, using her for events and functions. Now the volunteers want to get her steaming again around Loch Lomond.

First they needed to get funding to restore the steam-driven Slipway and Winch House in order to slip her to determine the condition of her riveted steel hull. With that project successfully completed, they are in the process of developing their final application to the HLF to make this dream a reality.


In glorious sunshine two weeks ago, we held our meeting on deck to discuss and plan the work they need to do (to conserve and restore the ship and the paddle wheels, to fit a new boiler, to engage people, schools, families, students in the project) to ensure a successful outcome.

The third project, the saving and restoration of Moat Brae, a Georgian townhouse on the River Nidd in Dumfries, is another triumph for a group of determined local people. Once a private house, then a nursing home, then derelict and threatened with demolition, part of the original garden had already been sold off for building housing.

But the empty boarded-up shell of the house with what was left of its river-side garden, overgrown and impenetrable, held a special story.Here J.M. Barrie had visited as a child, played and adventured in the garden with the children of the house. Like them, he was a student at Dumfries Academy next door. It was at Moat Brae that he experienced the wonder and freedom that became Neverland and Peter Pan. It was this connection and this story which meant Moat Brae should not be lost. Local people got together and saved the house and what was left of its grounds, raised money to replace the roof and secure the building. Then they set out to get HLF and other funding to realize their ambition of a Centre for Children’s Literature and a place where children and their adults could dream, play and adventure again. With funding secured, they are


now ready to make that happen. In the meantime they have been using the building as place for their communities to visit, and the day I was there, displaying amazing students’ work from Dumfries and Galloway College.

Traveller, explorer, writer, reader, sailor, free spirit, historian and heritage professional, fascinated with the interconnection between past and present, people and places. Lover of the sea and islands, I am happiest on or by the water with the sounds of sails, seabirds, waves, winds and even storms. Currently I am researching the South Pacific in the second half of the 19th and early 20th century - whaling, exploration, settlements, trading, colonial politics, aspirations and conflicts, 'black birding', the Bounty legacy - and writing the stories of my great-great-grandparent's life on a remoteus on Facebook, following us on Twitter, or by email (top right corner).

Tuesday, 23 October 2018

Upcoming EventsTake Me Outside Day, Oct. 24
Teachers are encouraged to take their students outside for at least an hour on Oct. 24, Take Me Outside Day.

Art & Science in Wildlife Management, Oct. 26 (Saskatoon)
The WildEcol seminar series is held at 3:30 pm, every other Friday, on the U of S campus:Oct. 26 – Bridging the gap between art and science in wildlife management

Anthropocene, Oct. 26 (Saskatoon)Anthropocene, a cinematic overview of humanity’s reengineering of the planet, is being screened at the Roxy Theatre on Oct. 26. Check for the book, with photographs by Edward Burtynsky, in your local library or bookstore.

Travels South of the Equator, Oct. 27 (Fort Qu’Appelle)
Jean and Peter Ascroft will share


their travels south of the equator on two continents at the 7 pm, Oct. 27, meeting of the Fort Qu’Appelle Nature Society (at the Fort Qu’Appelle Train Station).

NE Swale: More than an Urban Park, Oct. 30 (Saskatoon)
Join the Northeast Swale Watchers from 7-9 pm, Oct. 30, to learn about the Northeast Swale, progress to date, and ongoing challenges.

There will be 5 short presentations:
Renny Grilz, Meewasin, What's in the Swale: The Unique Wildlife and Plants of the Northeast Swale; Dr. Ryan Brook, University of Saskatchewan, Monitoring and Mitigating the Impacts of Roads on Wildlife; Rick Huziak, Sask Light Pollution Abatement Group, Reducing Night Lighting for a Healthy Swale; Brenda Wallace, City of Saskatoon, Protecting What Matters - Policy Perspectives; Candace Savage, The Last Refuge: Why Protecting the Swale Matters.

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Sunday, September 21, 2014

Juan de la Cierva and the Autogiro

Demonstration of Cierva C.6 autogiro at Farnborough, Oct. 1925

On September 21, 1895, Spanish civil engineer and aviation pioneer Juan de la Cierva y Codorníu was born. His most famous accomplishment was the invention in 1920 of the Autogiro, a single-rotor type of aircraft, a predecessor of today's helicopter.

Juan de la Cierva was born in Murcia, Spain to a wealthy family. Although trained as a civil engineer, Cierva became interested in aviation early in his youth. After several successful experiments with aviation as a boy, he eventually earned a civil engineering degree.
For six years he attended the Escuela Especial de Ingenieros de Caminos, Canales y Puertos in Madrid, Spain, where he studied theoretical aerodynamics. Following this, he entered a competition


to design military aircraft for the government and built a biplane bomber with an airfoil (the part of a plane that provides lift) that he designed mathematically. The plane was tested in May 1919, but it crashed when the pilot stalled it.[1]

Cierva believed that fixed-wing aircraft were unsafe, so he experimented with a rotary-wing design. In 1919 he started to consider the use of a rotor to generate lift at low airspeed, and eliminate the risk of stall.
In order to achieve this, he utilized the ability of a lifting rotor to autorotate, whereby at a suitable pitch setting, a rotor will continue to rotate without mechanical drive, sustained by the torque equilibrium of the lift and drag forces acting on the blades. This phenomenon was already known, andwas available as a safety feature to allow controlled descent of a helicopter in the event of engine failure. With De la Cierva's autogiro, the rotor was drawn through the air by means of conventional propeller, with the result that the rotor generated sufficient lift to sustain level flight, climb and descent.

Before this could be satisfactorily achieved, De la Cierva experienced several failures primarily associated with the unbalanced rolling movement generated when attempting take-off, due to dissymmetry of lift between the advancing and retreating blades. This major difficulty was resolved by the introduction of the flapping hinge. In 1923, De la Cierva's first successful Autogiro was flown in Spain.
In a fixed-wing aircraft, lift is provided by the wing, thrust by the propeller. Cierva, though, believed that the autogiro


controlled these forces better than fixed-wing aircraft, which had a tendency in those days to stall, or lose lift suddenly. He also wanted to develop an aircraft that needed only a short takeoff run and could slowly land in small areas. The autogiro was a major step toward those goals.[1]

In 1925, he demonstrated his autogiro to the British Air Ministry at Farnborough, Hampshire, which was a great success, and resulted in an invitation to continue the work in the UK. The same year, de la Cierva moved to England where, with the support of Scottish industrialist James G. Weir, he established the Cierva Autogiro Company.
On September 18, 1928, he flew one of his autogiros (C.8) across the English Channel, and in 1930, he flew one from England toSpain.
As De la Cierva's autogiros achieved success and acceptance, others began to follow and with them came further innovation. Most important was the development of direct rotor control through cyclic pitch variation, achieved initially by tilting the rotor hub and subsequently by Raoul Hafner by the application of a spider mechanism that acted directly on each rotor blade. The introduction of jump take-off was another major improvement in capability. The rotor was accelerated in no-lift pitch until the rotor speed required for flight was achieved, and then declutched.

At the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War in 1936, de la Cierva supported the forces of Francisco Franco, while his brother was executed by the Republican army in Paracuellos del Jarama.
In a very ironic twist of fate the man who


spent the better part of his life to develop a safe aircraft would loose his own life in an aircraft accident. On the morning of 9 December 1936, de la Cierva boarded a Dutch DC-2 of KLM at Croydon Airfield, bound for Amsterdam, which during take off should stall and crash on the roof of a building at the end of the runway.[2]
Autogiros were used during the 1930s for military liaison, mail delivery, and agricultural purposes. De la Cierva’s work on rotor dynamics and control made possible the modern helicopter, whose development as a practical means of flight had been prevented by these problems.

At yovisto you can learn more about the history of early helicopters in a short documentary produced for Encyclopedia Britannica, now part of the Prellingera particularly good one either. Poor Tyler had tried his very hardest over the years to be accepted by his father, he did his chores without question, he worked hard in school and sports, but nothing had worked. His father wasn’t bad in that he beat him, or abused him in any way for that matter, he was just cold, distant and unemotional towards his son. A son that was always just a complete and total disappointment to him. Tyler was short and probably always would be, his build was slight and although it was perfect for soccer, it wasn’t for football, which was his father’s favorite sport.

Whatever it was that Tyler lacked in physical prowess, he more than made up for in mental acuity and a grace


most, was that she had saddled him with a kid he’d never wanted in the first place. Consequently, that resentment that had built steadily over the years, certainly wasn’t helped by the fact that he could see her looking back at him every time he looked at his son.

Poor Tyler really had no chance and none of it was his fault, he would look at other families at the park, or on TV and wonder why his life was so different, why his dad seemed to feel nothing for him, why he was so cold. In fact, the only time his father had shown any real emotion towards him, that he could remember, was when he came home early from work one day and walked in on Tylerand his then best friend, in a very compromising position. That was the day their relationship was well and truly over. Tyler’s father went into a fit of rage smashing up his room before kicking him out of the house, the boy was barely able to grab some clothes and a backpack to put them in. His friend was almost not so lucky, but managed to get away in the end. His problem was that his own parents were extremely religious and if they found out, he would probably end up in the same position.

That mattered little to Tyler though, at the time, because his primary concern was survival. His best friend, because he was still his best friend even after what had happened, and his other friends


something pretty simple, Tyler was once again in a park bathroom, washing out his clothes in the cleanest sink he could find. It was late at night, so he thought he could get away with taking most of his clothes off, though not bothering with his tattered old boxer shorts, having rinsed them out at school. So it was that first time, that a near naked Tyler was found by a drunken man, who just happened to pick that very same bathroom to stumble into. A man who was suddenly and instantly feeling particularly amorous towards the very cute near naked young man with the ‘dear in the headlights’ look in front of him. So much so that, that night, he cast all inhibitions aside and offered thetime, Tyler was too young and inexperienced to get any kind of real job, but now he knew that he did have something that people wanted, something he could trade off of for something warm and fresh to eat. A slippery slope he was sure that it was, but one he was suddenly prepared to risk, his very young mind convinced by the hot steamy burger and fries now sitting in front of him, that it was worth the risk. He was especially convinced when, after he finished his meal and gone into the bathroom for a pee, he managed to earn another quick twenty dollars.

Tyler’s new found vocation started out, like he guessed many boys did in that situation, turning one trick a night, sometimes two if


he felt brave or comfortable enough and only so that he could go to school on a full stomach, with clean clothes that he was now able to wash in a Laundromat. He was still sleeping rough, but he’d managed to find an old abandoned tenement building, so that at least now he had a roof over his head while he slept. However, the stress of what he was doing and all those late nights were starting to have an affect on his normal and what he tried very hard to maintain, completely separate day life. Because he was growing quickly now, having just hit a small growth spurt, very soon he was working most of the night to get enough money for new clothes and shoes. Luckilydoing everything it could to keep his spirit running, and finally he put the ‘time off’ down to a need to recover from his injuries. Being the smart boy that he was, he now knew that his days there were numbered, so he didn’t stick around much longer after he did recover. Never once did he think he was alone in what he was doing, but he’d never met a pimp before and in his naivety he hadn’t even considered it was a business to some people, besides he’d thought only girls had those anyway. But, what happened to him that night was certainly a big shock to his system, one of those bubble bursting ones. Therefore, out of his need to survive, as soon as he was


didn’t go flashy, the last thing he wanted was to stand out in a crowd, he just wanted to blend in and not be noticed.

The problem was, when it all came down to it, although he really knew it was impossible, he still held out some small hope of reconciliation with his father. His father was after all, the only real family he had, and even though their relationship wasn’t the greatest at the best of times, he was still very reluctant to throw away all ties to a past he so dearly missed. In the end however, fear won out over the possibility of happiness and once he’d located all the cash he’d hidden around the building for emergencies, he began preparing to hitch a ride toup a ride fairly quickly, when a big purple truck spotted him on the side of the road and pulled over, good thing too because all that time he’d spent watching his old house that afternoon had really eaten into the day. He was also fortunate, in that the ride he got was able to take him all the way to the next town, he’d even managed to get a few dollars out of the trucker for a small favor in the back of the cab about half way through their journey. What Tyler hadn’t really thought about though, but was prepared for nonetheless, was the fact that he had absolutely no where to sleep that night. Again, the trucker helped him out, by setting him up with


thing is his arms. Tyler was a little scared at first, when he felt the arms tighten, but just as quickly he started to relax and very soon began to feel safer than he had in a long time. Though he knew he was kidding himself, he almost felt as though he was loved right then, so much so, that when the man left the next day, he seriously considered going with him. But he was a smart boy and he decided it was best if he stayed out of sight for a while, even though no one knew who or what he was. After all, he was barely thirteen at the time and when he thought about it seriously over breakfast, he wondered what a life onstart again in what was obviously someone else’s turf, he now knew he needed to make some connections before he could do that. He also knew the best places to start were diner’s and pool halls. Though he hadn’t seen any pool halls he had seen a diner that looked good, across the other side of town, as they’d drove in the day before. The best thing about the place, he remembered, was that it was a little off the beaten track, just perfect for what the enterprising young man had in mind.

A few days later, Tyler made his move, he’d decided to take a bus, because after checking the schedule, he thought it would be easier, not to mention safer. He got off the bus half an


hour later and about a hundred yards short of his destination, thinking that that would give him time to see if there was anyone else around. As he walked across the street towards, but not directly at the diner in question, he checked left and right for a way out if there was trouble, feeling extremely nervous, because the area he was in looked a lot more run-down than he’d remembered. Still being careful , he stopped outside the place for a moment and leaned back against the outside wall, before taking a surreptitious glance in all directions. The absolute last thing he wanted, was a repeat performance if he was on someone else’s turf, but after he was satisfied that he was in the clear, for thelast of his coke quickly, he got up a minute or two later and followed him. Panic struck him dumb for a second, when he realized he hadn’t seen which way the guy had gone, but as he looked around, he saw he was standing on the corner a few yards away staring at him strangely. As Tyler approached him, he walked round the corner into an alley, which ran along the other side of the diner and that also served as extra parking. Tyler saw a flash from the turn signal lights on a well preserved, but definitely old Chevy van parked a few spaces in. Without any fanfare, or clandestine action, the man just got into the driver’s seat, almost as if he was untouchable, like


at how the guy’s attitude was changing, all the while becoming very concerned because of it.

The van wound its way through a veritable maze of backstreets and being new to town, poor Tyler didn’t have any idea where he was, or even in which direction they were headed. He had thought at first, that they’d been going back towards the campground, but corner after corner, he soon stopped recognizing anything of value and was totally lost. Little did he know that, that was Chris’ plan right from the very beginning. Concern soon gave way to fear moments later, when Tyler realized that the guy had deliberately stopped talking, and as that realization hit, he looked out of the windscreen only to find that they’d traveled so far, theyfucking told!… so what about it kid?”

Not seeing much option, Tyler agreed,so Chris started the van, turned around and headed back towards town. When they got to where they were going, Tyler saw that they were out in the suburbs, complete with large trees lining the roads. Though he still didn’t really have any clue as to where they were, he thought briefly that one or two of the roads they’d traveled to get there seemed somewhat familiar. To be fair, Tyler had pretty much thought that the guy had been all bullshit, but when they turned onto a side-road, before pulling off into the car-park of what appeared to be a small mansion, he started to rethink his position. As it turned out, the place belonged to


a local rich benefactor, who’d given it over to the town to be used as a boys home, the guy that ran the place however, had seen another very unique opportunity.

Chris led the boy inside, where he took him immediately to see the manager, who interrogated the boy fairly heavily on his past and experience, before laying out what was expected of him if he stayed. Tyler was told that anything he needed would be provided for him, but anything that he wanted, he would have to work for. He was also told, that things were pretty lax around the place, that the boys could come and go as they pleased during school holidays, as well as during the school year within reason. He made it a pointto tell Tyler, that it was mandatory to attend classes when he had them and that he was to make himself available when required and that if he failed to do so, the consequences were not at all pleasant. The manager then went on to describe in intricate detail what it was that was expected of him, which was primarily what he’d been doing for some time anyway, but there was also pictures and movies, that he hadn’t expected and was definitely not so sure about.

Tyler was then taken to the home’s personal physician, where he was thoroughly checked over and documented. After that was the store room, where he was given a few sundry items for the bathroom, some linens and bedspreads for his bed and a


prepaid cell phone, which he was told he’d be issued credit for when needed. By the end of that day, Chris had taken him to the campground where he picked up his belongings and by the time they’d gotten back, he had been signed in as the newest attendee of the Twin Lakes Home for Boys. After all he’d been through, Tyler was exhausted, so he was shown to his room. It was there where he met the boy that would be his roommate, his name was Scott and Tyler’s heart skipped a beat when he saw him. Scott was fourteen, about five and half feet, athletically slim like a skateboarder, which of course he was, and blond. Over the next few days, the boys got very close,solve the murder. Oh sure, he still did what he had to do, still tricked for stray cash, but he never got close to another boy. He also still frequented the skate park, still skated and even still tricked there. The other boys at the home thought he was nuts, but what they didn’t realize was that Tyler knew exactly what he was doing. He was there for two reasons, one was that he was hoping he could somehow meet that same trick again, maybe get some revenge, or at least be able to join his boy wherever you go after you die. And the other was that, that place was the only place he could even come close to enjoying it, thinking that it could be Scott


Tom Thomson was the most influential and enduringly popular Canadian artist of the early 20th century. An intense, wry, and gentle artist with a canny sensibility, he was an initial inspiration for what became the Group of Seven. He was one of the first painters to give acute visual form to the Canadian landscape. His works portray the natural world in a way that is poetic but still informed by direct experience. He produced about 50 canvases and more than 400 sketches in his short professional career. Many of his paintings, such as The West Wind (1916–17) and The Jack Pine (1916–17), have become icons of Canadian culture. His legend only grew after his mysterious untimely death at the age of 39.

The sixth of ten children, Thomson grewup on a farm in Southwestern Ontario. One of his older relatives, Dr. William Brodie, was a director of the Biological Department of what is now the Royal Ontario Museum; he trained young Thomson as a naturalist. From Brodie, Thomson learned how to combine keen observation of nature with a sense of reverence for its mystery. Later, he enrolled in the Canada Business College in Chatham; he attended the Acme Business College in Seattle, a school run by his eldest brother and a cousin.

In terms of his development as a painter, Thomson’s experience up to this point was primarily that of an amateur. In order to become a professional artist, he had to overcome numerous obstacles, such as his lack of knowledge of the technical side of painting.


In 1906, he enrolled in night school at the Central Ontario School of Art and Industrial Design — the precursor to today’s Ontario College of Art and Design University.

In 1912, Thomson embarked on a fishing trip to Algonquin Park, the first provincial park in Canada. His sketches from this trip showed a tremendous advance and marked his real start as an artist. They depict the wilderness as a vast world that seems unsullied by human civilization. They portray the natural world in a way that is poetic but still informed by direct experience. To develop his first major painting, Northern Lake (1913), Thomson selected one of those sketches and transformed it into a picture with greater depth in the foreground. This method of working from an on-the-spot sketchto a finished studio painting became his common practice. These two ways of working reveal contrasting sides of Thomson’s artistic personality. The sketch, with its vivacity and on-the-spot reportage, recalls the spontaneity of a lyric poem. The canvas created in the studio, with effects adapted from such styles as Art Nouveau and Post-Impressionism, is akin to an epic poem.

By 1914, Thomson was transposing, eliminating, and applying various types of design to his work to evolve his conception of landscape painting. This would eventually become the basis for a style that would bring national prominence to the Group of Seven, a movement that infused a growing Canadian consciousness into the practice of landscape painting. Thomson had informally discussed his ideas about this new approach with founding members of this


group, J.E.H. MacDonald and Lawren Harris.

By 1915, Thomson was creating the oil paint sketches and canvases that have come to represent Canada as it is imagined by most Canadians. At 37 years of age, he was living in Algonquin Park from spring to autumn (at times serving as a fishing guide and a fire ranger), and in Toronto during the winter. He shared Studio One of the Studio Building in Toronto with A.Y. Jackson, and then, when Jackson left, with Franklin Carmichael. Thomson eventually moved to a shack attached to the building. Here he painted his large canvases and entertained friends.

On 8 July 1917, Thomson embarked from Canoe Lake in Algonquin Park in a canoe loaded with equipment and supplies. His upturned canoe was found later that dayand his body was found in the lake eight days later. The cause of his death was ruled as “accidental drowning,” though the inquest that reached that conclusion was criticized as being rushed. A police investigation was never conducted. The circumstances surrounding Thomson’s death have taken on a mythological life of their own. Writers, amateur sleuths, and serious scholars have proposed various theories over the years.

An examination of Thomson’s works reveals how quickly he came into his own. An amateur artist, he found his very distinctive path by 1914. Nature was clearly his touchstone, and throughout his career, he turned to it as his muse. His method was to capture transient moments of light and atmosphere by sketching quickly in oil from nature, sometimes developing these sketches into


Prevalence and characterization of Escherichia coli O157:H7 isolates from meat and meat products sold in Amathole District, Eastern Cape Province of South Africa.
Meat and meat products have been implicated in outbreaks of Escherichia coli O157:H7 in most parts of the world. In the Amathole District Municipality of the Eastern Cape Province of South Africa, a large number of households consume meat and meat products daily, although the microbiological quality of these types of food is questionable. The present study investigated the prevalence of E. coli O157:H7 isolated from selected meat and meat products (45 samples each of biltong, cold meat, mincemeat, and polony) sold in this area. Strains of E. coli O157:H7 were isolated by enrichment culture and confirmed by polymerase chain reaction (PCR). Also investigated were theStates District Court for the Northern District of California, Claudia Wilken, District Judge, Presiding.  D.C. No. CV 93-00741 CW.
ORDER
The panel makes the following amendments to its published opinion reported at 102 F.3d 406:
Before:  REINHARDT and HALL, Circuit Judges and MERHIGE, Jr., District Judge.*
REINHARDT, Circuit Judge:

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Four hundred to five hundred people were arrested in San Francisco on the evening of May 1, 1992, two days after the announcement of the jury verdicts in the state criminal trial of the Los Angeles police officers who beat Rodney King.  Among those were the named plaintiffs, who subsequently filed a class action against the City and County of San Francisco, then-Mayor Frank Jordan, and a number of highly-ranked San Francisco police officers, including then-Police Chief Richard Hongisto.  Defendants


moved for summary judgment on the merits and on the ground of qualified immunity.1  With minor exceptions, the district judge denied the motions.  Defendants (other than the City and County of San Francisco) appeal the district court's refusal to grant them qualified immunity.2  The appeals raise important First and Fourth Amendment issues.  We affirm in part and dismiss in part for lack of jurisdiction.

Facts

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On April 30, 1992, the day after the verdict in the first Rodney King beating trial was announced, a number of peaceful, though angry, demonstrations occurred in various parts of San Francisco.  There was also a large not-so-peaceful demonstration in the downtown Civic Center area that led to a number of violent incidents, mostly involving property damage, although a few There is, however, a factual dispute as to whether Newlin merely conveyed his impressions of the situation to Hongisto, or whether he actually recommended that the assembly be dispersed.  In either event, included in his oral report was the following:  There was a crowd that numbered in the hundreds;  some members of the crowd had signs on dowels that he believed could be used as clubs;  aggressive banter transpired that he believed to be similar to what he had heard the night before;  and, finally, he believed the crowd to be hostile.  Cullop said in his deposition that the crowd was much smaller (about 30) than Newlin claimed and that he had not observed anyone there doing anything illegal.

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Shortly after Hongisto's


or did not disperse, in whole or in part, following the issuance of the orders.  The district court order cites the apparently conflicting deposition testimony of two of the defendants:  "According to Captain Newlin, the crowd failed to disperse.  Commander Cullop testified that the majority of the crowd ran from the plaza, and that only a few people remained in the plaza and were arrested there."   At some point, some objects were thrown, including a beer can, which struck a policeman.

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Shortly after the dispersal orders were given, a number of police officers moved into the Plaza.  There is no dispute that following the announcement of the orders, some people who had been in the Plaza headed north on Mission, others east on24th towards Bartlett Street.  The parties do dispute whether these were organized groups that were refusing to obey the dispersal orders or simply individual people trying to leave an area they had been ordered to leave.  Subsequently, a number of people who had been moving north on Mission, either as an organized group, as defendants contend, or as a diffuse body of individuals, as plaintiffs allege, were encircled and arrested at 23rd and Mission.

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Cullop also spoke with Sergeant Hall, who was at 24th and Bartlett.  Cullop directed Hall to encircle and arrest people at that location.  While there was some testimony that some of the people had come from the Plaza, if so, they were heading away from downtown.  Another very large group


of about 200 to 300 people, which formed after the arrests at 23rd and Mission, was later encircled and arrested on Mission Street between 21st and 22nd.  This group included people who appeared to be moving north in the direction of the Civic Center en masse, as well as ordinary bystanders and passersby.  Finally, a separate group of people was encircled and arrested on Hartford Street between 17th and 18th, which is about a mile from the Plaza and west of the downtown area.

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There are, as is evident from the above, substantial factual disputes concerning much of what occurred at or about the time of the mass arrests.  As is usually the case with quick-moving, emotional and confrontational occurrences, the perceptions and recollections of theCivic Center area of San Francisco.7  The record contains evidence of a few injuries to people, none of them extensive or life-threatening.  The principal incidents involved property damage and appear to have been confined to an area of about four blocks on Market Street, although there were other isolated instances of looting and vandalism as well.  The record also reflects that most of the city was free from any form of unlawful conduct.  Videotape evidence shows that there were other large demonstrations in San Francisco on April 30, in addition to the one near the Civic Center, and that the other demonstrations, though angry, were completely peaceful.  For example, there is testimony in the record from the defendants concerning a large, peaceful demonstration


Mimsy. His anchor line chafed through and was unwilling or unable to start the engine or SAIL THE BOAT. He drifted from Sausalito, through the Golden Gate, out into the Pacific Ocean. He drifted down to Monteray Bay and remembered that he had a radio, where he called for help. The Coasties towed him in to Monterey, where he got a couple free days of emergency mooring. Then the harbor master told him that he had to either get out or start paying, so he [obviously] got towed out again and drifted to Hawaii, where he has officially abandoned boat #3.

"I moved to my friends house ! No anymore living on the sailboat, more room and more quite place too."
31 January 2017

By choosing to post the reply aboveHospital parking: Governor who spoke out about 'chaos' is suspended

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A governor who spoke out about the troubled introduction of a new parking system at the Royal Preston and Chorley and South Ribble hospitals has been suspended.

Ken Jones publicly criticised Lancashire Teaching Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust (LTH) last week for the way the parking changes had been handled. He also claimed that governors - appointed to represent local communities and hold hospital bosses to account - had not been properly consulted.

His comments chimed with criticisms made by other governing council members in a series of internal e-mails seen by the local democracy service.

At the height of the confusion over the new system - which patients have condemned for being unclear and causing lengthy queues - several governors raised


book. Miriam Segal of Good Films is producing and Open Road Films and Miramax are co-producing. Open Road will release the film sometime next year.

Brown is filming the Swedish remake film Naked for Netflix, which stars Marlon Wayans and Regina Hall. He also has another project with Netflix; the Fernando Coimbra-directed war drama Sandcastle withLogan Marshall-Green, Henry Cavill and Nicholas Hoult.7 Reasons to Skip the Circuit City Liquidation

When news hit that one of the country's biggest electronics retailers was finally giving up the ghost, visions of discounted TVs and speakers bought for pennies on the dollar flashed through the collective consciousness of a people who, as of late, have largely been too broke to quench their thirst for the new hotness. Unfortunately, soon after arriving at the shrine to the extended service plan, they found that most things weren't very cheap at all. Sure, there were some slight discounts to be had, but they came at a price. A price you, as a smart electronics junkie, should avoid paying at all costs.

1. Nothing is that cheap: Liquidators are a tricky breed. As soon as the liquidation went into


century. It took its name from the first pavilion, namely Yıldız Kasrı, commissioned by Selim III in early 19th century.

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Orlando Health and Florida Hospital hope to supply some relief to the survivors, and say they will not bill victims of the Pulse nightclub shooting. Digging deep into the underlying social determinants of health was a frequent contact to action


return and will win.”Labor leader Avi Gabbay unceremoniously kicked Livni out of the Zionist Union alliance on live television on January 1. Since then, Hatnua failed to attract a following.Neither Labor, Yesh Atid nor the Israel Resilience Party expressed interest in having Livni on their lists ahead of Thursday’s deadline for lists to be submitted to the Central Elections Committee.Since entering the Knesset in 1999, Livni has run with Likud, Kadima, Hatnua and the Zionist Union. She has served as foreign minister, justice minister, regional cooperation minister, construction and housing minister, and immigration and absorption minister.She came close to becoming prime minister in 2008 but did not succeed in forming a government after former prime minister Ehud Olmert resigned. In the 2009 election, she led Kadima to oneLA PAZ, Jan. 16 (Xinhua) -- Bolivia's President Evo Morales Wednesday said his country "is close" to be included in the 2014 Dakar Rally, due to the negotiations held with organizers of the international motoring event.

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Do we think that Honda would provide Chavo with support he deserves if this happens?

LA PAZ, Jan. 16 (Xinhua) -- Bolivia's President Evo Morales Wednesday said his country "is close" to be included in the 2014 Dakar Rally, due to the negotiations held with organizers of the international motoring event.

Before the beginning of the 2013 Dakar Rally Jan. 5, Bolivia was informed that to be part of the 2014 edition, the country needs the support of Peru and Argentina, besides investing some four million U.S. dollars for the organization.

The minister added


that Bolivia's participation in Dakar Rally will be useful to promote extraordinary tourist sites, such as Salar de Uyuni, the world's largest salt flat, as well as the Bolivian Amazonian and tropical regions, among others.

Just the footage alone of everyone racing across the Salar de Uyuni would make Bolivia famous...
Then there is the mars like terrain in the surrounding mountains..
Oh, and the 15,000 ft plus elevation would surely seperate the carbs from the FI boys.
and The Hot springs would make an awesome bivouac

No idea, the pics are from the Greek Husaberg importer, Christos Tassoulis, who took part back in '88-'89... when he came back and I read of his adventures in the local press, the seed was planted
Meoni also competed, Christos was somewhere between 3rd an 5th overallKTM, after the dismantling of Bordone Ferrari, "Chaleco" is thought to favor a project that will deliver financial strength. The interest of the teams has always been, but they are two teams that are serious: KTM and Honda HRC.

The Austrian brand, absolute dominator of the Dakar for more than a decade, has among its ranks two multichampions as Cyril Despres (five titles) and Marc Coma (Three Crowns), which in principle his remaining options to Chile. However, team manager, Alex Doringer, and made a formal offer to integrate it into its structure. "If I were looking for a driver to win the Dakar, seek to vest," says a source of KTM.

The status of "Chaleco" within the squad would depend on several factors. Recently, the owner of KTM, Stefan Pierer,


acquired Husqvarna, one of the strongest teams in the bivouac, with the Spanish Joan Barreda promising their ranks. Although it has been announced that both casts will be handled separately, not discarded internal motions.

But the decisive factor is the continuity of Despres. As has transpired, the French have broken relationships with one of the senior team, the Spaniard Jordi Duran, so be prepared to leave the team and go to Honda HRC, the other brand that follows the Chilean rider. "I can not comment on that, but it is normal for pilots listen deals," says a team member of the five-time Dakar.

Despite reported interest from Japanese team by Despres, negotiation with curicano parallels. In fact, we will have a meeting between the Honda and the team of Lopez.

Theidea of the Japanese is to have another top driver accompanying the Portuguese Helder Rodrigues and allow developing the bike. To further enhance the brand in the field of road, "Chaleco" would be the favorite.

No idea, the pics are from the Greek Husaberg importer, Christos Tassoulis, who took part back in '88-'89... when he came back and I read of his adventures in the local press, the seed was planted
Meoni also competed, Christos was somewhere between 3rd an 5th overall on both attempts iirc

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Gotcha, paving the Routa 40 will make it a lot less interesting, kind of like paving the Trans Labrador Highway

Still a lot of speculation, but assuming that Phillipe Zanol won't be up for Dakar 2014, then it would be Honda SA looking for


"Chaleco" within the squad would depend on several factors. Recently, the owner of KTM, Stefan Pierer, acquired Husqvarna, one of the strongest teams in the bivouac, with the Spanish Joan Barreda promising their ranks. Although it has been announced that both casts will be handled separately, not discarded internal motions.

But the decisive factor is the continuity of Despres. As has transpired, the French have broken relationships with one of the senior team, the Spaniard Jordi Duran, so be prepared to leave the team and go to Honda HRC, the other brand that follows the Chilean rider. "I can not comment on that, but it is normal for pilots listen deals," says a team member of the five-time Dakar.

Despite reported interest from Japanese team by Despres, negotiation with curicanoparallels. In fact, we will have a meeting between the Honda and the team of Lopez.

The idea of the Japanese is to have another top driver accompanying the Portuguese Helder Rodrigues and allow developing the bike. To further enhance the brand in the field of road, "Chaleco" would be the favorite.

Thanks to their professionalism, work and sporting merit, which certainly have marked his career in motorcycling for over two decades, Francisco Lopez has managed to be a complete rider rally KTM Factory Racing for the 2013 season and the upcoming Dakar 2014.

The excellent performance of "vest" in past Dakar, where he won five stages and won third place, coupled with the deep understanding they have of him in the Austrian brand, they may become part of the