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Much later that day, on a flight to Detroit, the Captain announces: we are now landing at Ypsilanti Field, and proceeds to taxi to the terminal, where the big neon sign says AKRON. Doesn't stop, turns around and takes off again. |
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In the old days the airline guys could get away with that, except for that one crew that landed one night at an airport that was too short to depart from. Trapped, they were. Never had that experience, myself.
My dad and uncle flew, so I started when I was 11 or so, when we bought a Piper J-3. I soloed that off a crop duster strip when I was 15. I guess in those days you didn't need no stinking instructor, right? I did get a little official dual later, and an A&P (much harder than any flight test, I might say), Glider and SEL Commercial, and Air Transport Rating. I was lucky enough to be current at one time or another in probably 80 different general aviation airplanes, and have type ratings in the Citation 500/550 with single pilot endorsement, Hawker/DH-125, and Embraer 110 Bandeirante (one of my least liked airplanes). My favorite airplanes to fly are the J-3 Cub, the Stearman, and the King Air 200 series, though any King Air is a Good King Air. The Sabre 65 was a very impressive airplane. My least favorite airplane is any Cessna 421.
It was a great experience, with a lot of running around the country by myself or with a copilot on sales flights, and charter or corporate trips always to a different airport. How do those airline guys stand the boredom of always going to the same airport (assuming they actually GET to the one they were aimed at?) Just humor, I flew with a lot of airline types and most were fine guys with more than the common dose of smarts.
My first model was a crop duster made out of tinker toys, but then I discovered there were kits for that sort of thing.