Why isn't possible this is cloud formation from a low pressure region along the wings as they pass through different temp/moisture/pressure layers?

I couldn't find any exactly matching photos, but let's assume this is a KC-10.
http://clemsonpilot.com/pacaf/KC10.jpg
http://www.wagnersonline.com/photogallery/airforce/KC-10a.jpg
http://www.aerospaceweb.org/aircraft/transport-m/kc10/kc10_07.jpg


Those are not nozzles. Those are control surfaces and part of the flaps. Is it possible they are dumping fuel? I think the more obvious explanation is to think pressure changes. But I do wonder why there are not normal contrails as seen in this picture (but the plane might have been descending):
http://chamorrobible.org/images/photos/gpw-200702-71-UnitedStates-DefenseVisualCenter-DFST9904792-Antarctic-sun-USAF-KC-10-Extender-refueling-aircraft
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Hah, interestingly enough I can think of one that isn't here.

It's in Con Air, when they're refueling the plane and.. err.. The Rapist guy is standing on top of the wings.

I've been in a CH-53 when they were refueling like this... lol no idea that could happen!

It's neither Harrier or F/A-18 Hornet. It's French Mirage F-1.

It's not a Harrier because there is single drop tank in the middle. Harrier's can't fuel tank in that location because Harriers don't have center pylon. Also, refueling probe is on the wrong side and location.

Harriers also have 3 pylons on each wing (RAF has 4 per wing) This plane only has 1 visible

It's not a Hornet, because Hornets have twin vertical stabilizer.

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Luckily I wrote this out for somebody a few days ago:

When I was still fairly new in the air and about 22 years old, I was flying from Montreal to Winnipeg by myself in a rented Cessna as part of my pilot training. Because a Cessna 172 goes about 200 KPH and has enough fuel for four hours maximum, and the total distance was over 2,000 km, this meant many hours of flight and a lot of fuel stops.

Nearing the Quebec-Ontario border, I landed in Val d'Or to refuel and get a new weather briefing for my route. I called the weather service and they said I could probably expect to get to Timmins, ON, an hour away, without the three thousand foot ceiling coming down on me. I took off and flew west, and after about half an hour, it sure as hell did.

A hard rain drummed so intensely on my wings that it drowned out the loud drone of the engine and the cloudbase fell rapidly so that I couldn't see far at all. I had just passed Rouyn-Noranda with its airport and I turned back towards it, but by the time I was over downtown the weather made it so I couldn't see the airport anymore even though it was only four miles away. At the time I wasn't qualified to fly by instruments only and I was already in a pickle, and if the weather lowered much more then I would be basically blind and with diminishing hopes of getting to terra firma since only helicopters can land without at least a bit of forward visibility.

I was on the radio with the unicom operator at the airport, but as with most medium-small airports, he was no air-traffic controller, basically just a guy with a radio and a couple other gizmos but no radar and no real training when it came to helping a pilot in trouble -- which I was on the verge of becoming.

I was beginning to fly a sort of ersatz search pattern looking for the airport and I was starting to just head for whatever lights I could see through the darkening fog but they kept turning out to be this farm or that one and the weather seemed to be getting worse, with its attendant visibility loss and my odds slowly but steadily falling off more yet. It was a bit like going 100 on the freeway in fog when you can only see one second in front of you but no way to really slow down or otherwise make things safer. The rainclouds were creeping into the cockpit, damp and cold, and I couldn't help thinking it was the kind of air you find in a tomb.

Then all at once the next cluster of lights turned out to be the Noranda airport and I shouted my glee and relief over the radio. The landing itself was utterly simple and I taxiied to the apron and got out and got wet in the steady rain as I tied the airplane down. As I was finishing up, the rain came down much harder and the sky fell much more and I thanked God I wasn't still up there because getting down without a crash would've been twice as hard. I visited the stubby aerie where the unicom guy sat alone -- we were about the same age -- and I thanked him for his help and hung out for a little while, unwinding, before I called a cab to take me to a hotel in town.

Allright, here´s a long story for your entertainment and pleasure:

Two years ago I'm walking back from a friend´s place in Brooklyn.
When I'm under the Williamsburgh bridge I see two guys maybe 20 mts behind me. I didn't think it would be anything, like, just people on the street.
Still, a sixth sense makes me walk as fast as I can, which is not much due to a motorcycle disaster that happened exactly six months before that night, and there is a bunch of titanium here and there.

As I approach the door on the place where I'm staying, a B&B called The Guest House, I'm faced with a dillema of which lock to try first, the multi-lock or the knob lock. As sometimes the multi is not locked, I go for the knob first. Doesnt work and the two guys corner me by the door.

They were both black, light skinned and nearly stereotypically dressed in oversized basketball clothes, one has a doorag and the other a unibrow.

The first one shows me a gun and say in a manner that is not encouraging:
"DONT TURN THIS INTO A HOMICIDE"
To which i reply
"YOU dont turn this into a homicide!"
He shouts "OPEN the door!"

As if I wasn't scared enough I get this feeling that once inside the situation would escalate. They would be in there, with a gun, no hurry, and could rape, kill, rob and who knows what. Plus if someone sees them getting in and call the police I'd be in a hostage situation.

So the guy shouts again OPEN THE DOOR
and stalling for time I reply "please don't hurt me", exaggerating a fear that was there anyway.
He takes the keys from my hands and tries to open the door himself. He doesn't manage.

He point the gun at me and now he is angry.
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR NOW!!!!!"
To which my big mouth replies "you have the keys, man, just open the door!"
He tries a bit more, the other guy takes my wallet and phone from my pockets.
As I´m turned to the guy opening the door the other one hits me in the face so hard that I had a hard time eating for months.
I didn't see it coming so i couldn't even flinch, full hit.
As I get a hold of myself they are gone.

I stay five minutes without moving and then I get in.
I tried to see if there is anyone at home but no one answers. I call the house cat but the cat doesn't come. Some cat therapy would have been nice at that point. I go to my room and (luckily) only then I start suffering from delayed courage, and decide to go out. I changed my red shirt into a black one, put my wolverine coat, hand making in my pocket making a "menacing" volume and go out to search for discarded items. The logic is, if they see me out again with a volume in my pocket they would think I'm crazy and might have a gun. I soon realize the fragility of my logic, as well as my own and go back inside. I cant sleep. I sit in the bed until sunrise and sleep dressed for two hours.

Then I called the police. Police officers like to chitchat. "Oh, many stamps in your passport. you travel a lot. You travel Varig? I used to refuel varig airplanes before becoming a cop." After they leave I go to work. I repeat the route from the previous night and I find my phone. I cancelled the credit cards so pretty much I got beaten up for ten dollars.

Later that day the police calls and make me go to the precinct. I was surprised that they like to play good cop bad cop with the victim too.

angry cop: why you called this morning instead of last night!?
me: I had no phone and was really shaken by the experience! sorry!
Calm cop: it's ok, no big deal
angry cop: did you drink? Were you drinking?
me: I drank some wine but was fine!!!
calm cop: hey, thats fine.

And after that they hold me for hours while I look at mugshots on a computer screen that displays six pictures at a time, takes a minute to load the next six, and had a lot of repeated pictures. I Do not believe in anthropometry, but boy those people were ugly. I wonder if they were so ugly they couldn't get a job and resorted to crime. Or maybe good-looking criminals get arrested less often?

I ask the detective what were the chances of me actually being shot there.
He says: "well, we have around five fatal shootings a year in that neighborhood."
That´s probably what we have in a single DAY in Sao Paulo and I was never mugged there. On the other hand it means one fatal shooting every two months, so it could very well have been my turn.

The detective then says "I'd say you had a 50-50 chance of being shot. If you reacted and the gun was real (and wouldn't it be real, in THIS country?) they would likely shoot me. So I´m glad about the delayed courage and the delayed strategy of wrestling for the gun and kick the living shit out of them.

I have to say it was a bit humiliating being robbed in NY, like being a statistical oddity.

Funny (and a little sad) that so few noticed that a helecopter can't stay in the air for hours on end without refueling, and the air time woud be shortened further by the tens of thousands of pounds of "hotel" equipment. The true maximum unladen (without hotel rooms) range of the hotelicopter would be only 310 miles, or about 1 hour 10 min, barely enough time to join the mile high club!

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That airframe is STILL the backbone of the USAF air-refueling fleet (since mid-50's)...they made it strong. Awesome sift, I never knew they did that.

Eeek. Hopefully that isn't over the middle of the Atlantic or something. Although I presume they always keep other options open if something goes wrong with mid-air refueling.

It's a dupe, but the original is dead right now.

http://www.videosift.com/video/How-Not-To-Refuel

twas like watching jet fighters refuel in midair

I'm sure "Tucker Bounds" is just his first and middle names. His last name? Palin.

I love politics, but I hate politicians. Especially at a time like this.

>> ^spoco2:
Tucker Bounds? That's a name now? Really, doesn't the type of spokesman a campaign have show an awful lot about the campaign itself? LOOK AT HIM! LISTEN TO HIM! The man sits there with a look like he's had a partial lobotomy, and just spouts off party line bullshit. These people are picked by their ability to either spew forth crap they know to be false with a straight face, or be so ignorant that they actually believe it to be true.
Look, the majority of people cannot be expected to understand economics or international relations or the like to such a level that they can actually 100% understand who's policy is the best.
BUT
What they should be able to do is look at what each party is saying and see whether that stands up to basic reasoning and their own held beliefs in how a country should be run.
THEN they SHOULD be able to have the media call out politicians on every lie they spout, and do so in a simple way, like this. Then people should start to think 'hmmm, if a party is counting a refueling stop in a country as some sort of diplomatic excursion, perhaps they're not telling the truth on many other things?', 'Perhaps if the running person doesn't know the difference between 20% of energy creation and below 4%, maybe she knows squat', 'Perhaps if McCain is saying he's going to be this 'Maverick', and yet has a party largely composed of lobbyists, then maybe he's just lying through his rich as f ck teeth'.
It's just a whole swag of AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH from me, as I watch this sort of utter tripe pour forth from their mouths and millions of people lapping it up as wholesome, good nourishment.
Wake up... wake the f ck up.

Tucker Bounds? That's a name now? Really, doesn't the type of spokesman a campaign have show an awful lot about the campaign itself? LOOK AT HIM! LISTEN TO HIM! The man sits there with a look like he's had a partial lobotomy, and just spouts off party line bullshit. These people are picked by their ability to either spew forth crap they know to be false with a straight face, or be so ignorant that they actually believe it to be true.

Look, the majority of people cannot be expected to understand economics or international relations or the like to such a level that they can actually 100% understand who's policy is the best.

BUT

What they should be able to do is look at what each party is saying and see whether that stands up to basic reasoning and their own held beliefs in how a country should be run.

THEN they SHOULD be able to have the media call out politicians on every lie they spout, and do so in a simple way, like this. Then people should start to think 'hmmm, if a party is counting a refueling stop in a country as some sort of diplomatic excursion, perhaps they're not telling the truth on many other things?', 'Perhaps if the running person doesn't know the difference between 20% of energy creation and below 4%, maybe she knows squat', 'Perhaps if McCain is saying he's going to be this 'Maverick', and yet has a party largely composed of lobbyists, then maybe he's just lying through his rich as f*ck teeth'.

It's just a whole swag of AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH from me, as I watch this sort of utter tripe pour forth from their mouths and millions of people lapping it up as wholesome, good nourishment.

Wake up... wake the f*ck up.