It’s sad because it’s true.

I could probably put together a pretty good music video about my freight flying experience. Unfortunately I don't have ERAU's budget, so you'll just have to use your imagination....

(Cut to view of freight ramp at 2 a.m.)

A fleet of ancient freighters speed into the ramp, propellers thrashing. MU-2's, Beech 99's, Cessna 210's, Metros, and Barons, adorned with zinc chromate and the faded logos of a half-dozen defunct Part 135 operators. It looks like a "Mad Max" remake with airplanes. The only thing scarier than the aircraft are the pilots slithering out of their 50 year-old rides. Some of them are dressed in Carhartts, others in what looks like pajamas, and one guy is wearing a full-on airline pilot uniform with a metallic orange tie. All are clutching two gallon, truck stop size coffee mugs.

(Lightning flashes in the distance. The "tornado warning" siren goes off. As the siren howls, you can hear the first notes of "Flirtin' with Disaster" by Molly Hatchet.)

Pilots scramble, unloading medical specimens, radioactive isotopes for the hospital, cancelled checks, airplane parts, and a big box of honeybees that no one wants to mess with. Just like that, the pilots fire up their rides and fast taxi out to the runway. Just another eight-leg night in the life of a freight pilot.
 
I could probably put together a pretty good music video about my freight flying experience. Unfortunately I don't have ERAU's budget, so you'll just have to use your imagination....

(Cut to view of freight ramp at 2 a.m.)

A fleet of ancient freighters speed into the ramp, propellers thrashing. MU-2's, Beech 99's, Cessna 210's, Metros, and Barons, adorned with zinc chromate and the faded logos of a half-dozen defunct Part 135 operators. It looks like a "Mad Max" remake with airplanes. The only thing scarier than the aircraft are the pilots slithering out of their 50 year-old rides. Some of them are dressed in Carhartts, others in what looks like pajamas, and one guy is wearing a full-on airline pilot uniform with a metallic orange tie. All are clutching two gallon, truck stop size coffee mugs.

(Lightning flashes in the distance. The "tornado warning" siren goes off. As the siren howls, you can hear the first notes of "Flirtin' with Disaster" by Molly Hatchet.)

Pilots scramble, unloading medical specimens, radioactive isotopes for the hospital, cancelled checks, airplane parts, and a big box of honeybees that no one wants to mess with. Just like that, the pilots fire up their rides and fast taxi out to the runway. Just another eight-leg night in the life of a freight pilot.

The voiceover in slight vernacular says

“you do this? You do this everyday? Why?”

“Why? Because I love this”
 
I could probably put together a pretty good music video about my freight flying experience. Unfortunately I don't have ERAU's budget, so you'll just have to use your imagination....

(Cut to view of freight ramp at 2 a.m.)

A fleet of ancient freighters speed into the ramp, propellers thrashing. MU-2's, Beech 99's, Cessna 210's, Metros, and Barons, adorned with zinc chromate and the faded logos of a half-dozen defunct Part 135 operators. It looks like a "Mad Max" remake with airplanes. The only thing scarier than the aircraft are the pilots slithering out of their 50 year-old rides. Some of them are dressed in Carhartts, others in what looks like pajamas, and one guy is wearing a full-on airline pilot uniform with a metallic orange tie. All are clutching two gallon, truck stop size coffee mugs.

(Lightning flashes in the distance. The "tornado warning" siren goes off. As the siren howls, you can hear the first notes of "Flirtin' with Disaster" by Molly Hatchet.)

Pilots scramble, unloading medical specimens, radioactive isotopes for the hospital, cancelled checks, airplane parts, and a big box of honeybees that no one wants to mess with. Just like that, the pilots fire up their rides and fast taxi out to the runway. Just another eight-leg night in the life of a freight pilot.
This is just the Airnet “right now” video
 
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True story. When I was a senior at Riddle PRC in 81 we did a prank for parents day. We took my 1971 red Ford Country Sedan station wagon down to just north of Phoenix where the prison is. There was a big sign on the side of the road that said "Detention Center, do not pick up hitchhikers". We stole it and planted it next to the welcome to ERAU sign by the dorms for parents day. Sorry, no pics. We were smarter than than the kid doing the dance.
 
I could probably put together a pretty good music video about my freight flying experience. Unfortunately I don't have ERAU's budget, so you'll just have to use your imagination....

(Cut to view of freight ramp at 2 a.m.)

A fleet of ancient freighters speed into the ramp, propellers thrashing. MU-2's, Beech 99's, Cessna 210's, Metros, and Barons, adorned with zinc chromate and the faded logos of a half-dozen defunct Part 135 operators. It looks like a "Mad Max" remake with airplanes. The only thing scarier than the aircraft are the pilots slithering out of their 50 year-old rides. Some of them are dressed in Carhartts, others in what looks like pajamas, and one guy is wearing a full-on airline pilot uniform with a metallic orange tie. All are clutching two gallon, truck stop size coffee mugs.

(Lightning flashes in the distance. The "tornado warning" siren goes off. As the siren howls, you can hear the first notes of "Flirtin' with Disaster" by Molly Hatchet.)

Pilots scramble, unloading medical specimens, radioactive isotopes for the hospital, cancelled checks, airplane parts, and a big box of honeybees that no one wants to mess with. Just like that, the pilots fire up their rides and fast taxi out to the runway. Just another eight-leg night in the life of a freight pilot.
Camera fades into a dark bedroom with a couple sleeping. Suddenly, from a nightstand the most obnoxious ringtone you’ve ever heard blares. One of the couple sits up, squints at the phone, and curses under his breath. He fumbles his way through ForeFlight, taps out a text response, kicks the sleeping cat off him and gets up. Throwing on a stained pair of carhartts and hoodie, he runs out the door and drives off into the pitch black horizontal rain in an utter •box. Thus begins the night of the medevac pilot.
 
This is just the Airnet “right now” video
I mean, crap, it worked and wasn't inaccurate. My ass was out there watching a 0300 sort during a massive thunderstorm that had knocked out power for the county after a free ride in a 35 thinking "aw hell yeah, this is my kind of place" lol. If 9K hadn't offered me a class date instead of AirNet putting me in the pool it would have been no decision at all. Washka was a real gentleman and a professional when I called him with my decision, you couldn't ask for a better manager based on my limited experience with him.
 
How about the reading of clearances?

I think I've probably told this before, but when I was on OE, during the SEA-GEG turn, I called for clearance in GEG and thought I'd wow my guy with my impressive manly voice radio skills. I was pretty proud of myself until GEG ground/clearance responded with "ESKIMO 69, confirm you want IFR to Spokane? You are in Spokane right now." And then the CA doubled up the shame and told me that I don't need to say "IFR" because it is assumed here. I think he might have actually missed the fact that I asked for a clearance of any kind to the airport we were at. :)
 
I think I've probably told this before, but when I was on OE, during the SEA-GEG turn, I called for clearance in GEG and thought I'd wow my guy with my impressive manly voice radio skills. I was pretty proud of myself until GEG ground/clearance responded with "ESKIMO 69, confirm you want IFR to Spokane? You are in Spokane right now." And then the CA doubled up the shame and told me that I don't need to say "IFR" because it is assumed here. I think he might have actually missed the fact that I asked for a clearance of any kind to the airport we were at. :)
I can't seem to shake saying IFR when asking for a clearance. Something that has been permanently imprinted from training.
 


If that video came out in 2005




Right now... he's walkin around the Baron feelin like he's gonna get lucky.

Right now.... he's probably fillin her up some fruity little 100LL

'Cause she can't shoot jet A.

Right now..... he's smellin of three dollars of Av Fuel


Oh and he does knowwwww.....



Cause he's dug those keys into the magnetos

of that pretty lil' souped up 2 engine crap,

Carved his name into those crappy seaaaaaatsssss

Took a Louisville slugger to both engines....

Maybe next time, she'll start easyyyyyyyyyyyyy
 
Shoot up until I got in the jeeeeeettttt nothing I ever flew was assumed to be IFR

ya know, my old work it certainly wasn't assumed, but damned if it didn't blow some ACAN in training's brain when you said you were departing Oceana VFR. "Uhhhhhhh negative sir". "Oh rly?"

Love those guys, they are fantastic, but it takes a little experience for them to understand the difference between normal ops, and what is permitted, even if abnormal locally. I imagine a frantic voice off radio yelling "AC1! CAN VICTORY11 DO THIS???????" :)
 
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