Lion, Tiger, Bear | 89 Simpler but similar to the C-47 starting procedures, madame. In a way, yes. And no gears to shift other than forward or reverse, only electric motor speed, remember that. Says here the bottom vent plug must be open or the Tiger will blow up from pressure, or be closed or it will fill with water when submerged. Well, itll be open, not much mud or water here except for the oasis. Blowers on at full speed for tropical operations, engine bay and cabin. Keep debris off the rear deck grills for the cooling fans. Takuta pointed at the illustration. Whats this kraut bird doing in the sun rubbing on tanning oil? She says here its about the oil coolers and reservoirs. Fill to proper levels and dont put too much in. That geezer Porsche is keen on oil and air cooling. Twenty-five liters for each engine, two nipples, two engines, she says. She turned another. Reduction gears, turret drive, other bits. Dust is the tanks enemy, it says by all means keep the filters clean. Brakes are assisted by compressed air tanks. This picture of the handsome waltzing couple is meant to illustrate the driving and handling. 2600 revolutions is best for a dancing Tiger, 3000 is maximum.1 Gwafa reviewed the detailed but simple cockpit illustration and driving diagram for turns. I can drive it, madame. Once, I drove a grand camion. Je suis confiant, but I am not used to driving with only a tiny box to see out. No roll-down windows, lads. Well all have to adjust to the limited visibility, and fast. The vision blocks are small, but made of thick armored glass. Think its hot outside? Inside this bloated kettle itll be near unbearable. See her drinking champagne? That’s a carbon dioxide and monoxide warning. Fans must be kept running to vent fumes. Right, see the two yackingjfr«W«wr here on the telephone? Well need to use the intercom system, its going to be loud in there and Gwafa will be somewhat separated in the forward compartment from the two of us in the turret. No door between them. On tie intercom it works as good, as with a female in… early womanhood.Why those cheeky, slimy, sons of The men laughed. Funny, old sods. As my old American beau used to say, put a sock in it. What about the gun? asked Takuta. Ill be the loader, I fired a lot of artillery during training. Bea flipped a few pages more. Here, an 8.8cm Pak43/2.The big bugger. Muzzle