so i finally sold out.
the clever girls among you have known for awhile that it was only a matter of time before i turned into an old man and started seeking comfort. finding cush and socially respectable ways of earning my beer money.
after trying in vain for 8 months to get a job flying seaplanes in the maldives, twin otters in angola, caravans in oregon, and pilatuses (pilati?) for a charter outfit in colorado, no one was willing to call me back or return a phukking email even after i made the effort to travel to most of these places in person. so i took an offer from a friend who put in a good word for me and threw in my app at the airlines.
i know it's confusing. it is to me, too. some of you will say you don't even know who i am anymore. as is obvious to most of my friends, this respectable airline track is something that i've actively avoided for the past 15 years as i traveled the world, seeking neither fame nor fortune, flying the bush (no one gets it in and out like a bush pilot). however, the bank account was running thin and i needed a phukking job, so when a company out there was willing to type me in the most popular commercial airliner of these, the modern daze, and give me 15-18 days off a month, i caved and shaved and died and got tied and blazered.
the jet, an airbus industrie A320, is by far the easiest type rating i've managed to get through, and the bird is a true gentleman's aircraft. it does everything for you, as long as you are managing the automation correctly. i've already had a few "what the fuck is it doing now?" moments (if only aunt denise back there in 12C knew!)
while i feel a little like a puppy who just got neutered, i hope to return one day to more exotic flying than cleveland and fort myers. however, in the meantime, if i can ski and hike and build my tipi, then i guess it's worth putting up with horny flight attendants and half the month off.
till then, let me know if you fly the animal!
the clever girls among you have known for awhile that it was only a matter of time before i turned into an old man and started seeking comfort. finding cush and socially respectable ways of earning my beer money.
after trying in vain for 8 months to get a job flying seaplanes in the maldives, twin otters in angola, caravans in oregon, and pilatuses (pilati?) for a charter outfit in colorado, no one was willing to call me back or return a phukking email even after i made the effort to travel to most of these places in person. so i took an offer from a friend who put in a good word for me and threw in my app at the airlines.
i know it's confusing. it is to me, too. some of you will say you don't even know who i am anymore. as is obvious to most of my friends, this respectable airline track is something that i've actively avoided for the past 15 years as i traveled the world, seeking neither fame nor fortune, flying the bush (no one gets it in and out like a bush pilot). however, the bank account was running thin and i needed a phukking job, so when a company out there was willing to type me in the most popular commercial airliner of these, the modern daze, and give me 15-18 days off a month, i caved and shaved and died and got tied and blazered.
the jet, an airbus industrie A320, is by far the easiest type rating i've managed to get through, and the bird is a true gentleman's aircraft. it does everything for you, as long as you are managing the automation correctly. i've already had a few "what the fuck is it doing now?" moments (if only aunt denise back there in 12C knew!)
while i feel a little like a puppy who just got neutered, i hope to return one day to more exotic flying than cleveland and fort myers. however, in the meantime, if i can ski and hike and build my tipi, then i guess it's worth putting up with horny flight attendants and half the month off.
till then, let me know if you fly the animal!
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