Those little guages might seem like an inconvenience to those cowboys out there
who think flying is something you can do with a beer in one hand and a chunk of blonde in the other, but I'm going to tell you to think twice before adopting that attitude
while you have a chopper strapped to your back. I owe my life(and that of my front seater) to those little gizmos.
In a prior life, during a tour in Vietnam (Republic of), I was preparing to lift off on an
emergency Medevac escort mission. Kick the tire, light the fire type of thing. Got the snake up to a hover at max power and scanned the guages one last time before pushing the nose over. The transmission oil pressure went from "green to gone" in a
fraction of a second. Put it down , rolled off the power, and within a dozen or so turns of the rotor it came to a rapid stop. We had experienced a catastrophic seal failure with
the subsequent loss of all transmission oil. Unlike today's sleds, the snake tranny would not work without the old petroleum lubricant. Had it not been for that instructor screaming at me in primary to "scan the gauges, Moron!" I would have rolled that bird up into a flaming ball in about 20 seconds. Two more names on the wall.
Some advice to you would be pilots... if you are about to board an aircraft with a pilot who tells you what a daredevil hotshot he is; and how he "don't need no stinkin' gauges", turn on your heel and run, do not walk, run as far away from him/her as fast
as you possibly can. Remember, "there are old pilots and there are bold pilots; but, there are no old bold pilots".
Don't mean nothin'