Flying the Airbus is like having an ugly girlfriend, you defend her while she's around but once you move on and find a hot one, you admit what you always knew but wouldn't say out loud...she was heinous.
These ARE the good old days. Always enjoy yourself.
FTFY.I miss the 99
Nobody misses flying a 99 unless they've been abused in their aviation career and just don't know any better.FTFY.
It's like the wife that won't let the police arrest her husband for abuse.
The best plane you flew is always the one you just got off of.
When I was on the 727, I longed for the barefooted simplicity of the 1900 (true story)
When I got on the 737, I missed having that third guy in the cockpit taking care of the secretarial work.
When I got on the MD-88/90, I missed the simplicity of the 737 and not having to commute.
Then I got on the 767 and I missed the days when I didn't have to "flip a coin" to see which of the three of us were going to fly that particular leg and certain aspects of the flying characteristics of the aircraft.
These ARE the good old days. Always enjoy yourself.
I enjoyed it just not as much as the DC-9 or my current seat. I'm pretty much in love with the 75/76.
75/76 are great machines. I've been 4-man trips lately though, and man, I am bored.
75/76 are great machines. I've been 4-man trips lately though, and man, I am bored.
How do you run the breaks on a four man?
Most guys did something like 1R 2R 1R so the flying crew gets a big break in the middle. I've seen it done a number of ways.
How do you run the breaks on a four man?
Most guys did something like 1R 2R 1R so the flying crew gets a big break in the middle. I've seen it done a number of ways.
I miss some of the flying I did in the 99. Some good memories.Nobody misses flying a 99 unless they've been abused in their aviation career and just don't know any better.
It's like the wife that won't let the police arrest her husband for abuse.
There are degrees. An old Vette will oversteer like it's supposed to be going backwards, but it'll be fairly flat in doing so. A Genyouine Muscle Car will roll like the freaking titanic, jiggle, hop, and THEN swap ends and stab you through the heart with its surprisingly spear-like steering wheel. Believe me, I know of what I speak. I drove a mostly-primer '67 Camaro with bald tireds, a built 327, and the infamous PowerSlip "transmission" (more like "suggestion") throughout high school. I have no screwing idea how I survived. It was a little bit like flying 210s for FLX through whatever thunderstorm happened to be available. Do I regret it? Not one bit. Would I do it again? Not on your life.
No, in my dottering old age, I sort of like the "new" GTO, myself. Meow!
I miss some of the flying I did in the 99. Some good memories.