A pilot has been indicted for allegedly threatening to shoot the captain if the flight was diverted

Roger Roger said:
The scariest part of our flight nurses’ job is riding in the back of a 15 passenger FBO van with bald tires being driven over the snow-rutted roads of Anchorage by a sleep deprived Learjet FO running on caffeine and regret over their career choices.
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Case in point......you don't let the pilots drive after the flying is done :)
 
///AMG said:
Case in point......you don't let the pilots drive after the flying is done :)
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Again, straight to Reclamation with this one. My cat-like reflexes don't stop at pressing the center autopilot button faster than can be caught on camera, they are on 24/7. Whether on a bike or in a car, I am a lethal weapon, honed to perfection, and already angry at how everyone isn't up to my exacting expectations for vehicular operation. *pops collar* *flicks cigarette in to gasoline drum* *walks away in slow-mo*.
 
Boris Badenov said:
Again, straight to Reclamation with this one. My cat-like reflexes don't stop at pressing the center autopilot button faster than can be caught on camera, they are on 24/7. Whether on a bike or in a car, I am a lethal weapon, honed to perfection, and already angry at how everyone isn't up to my exacting expectations for vehicular operation. *pops collar* *flicks cigarette in to gasoline drum* *walks away in slow-mo*.
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haha I am often angry at how unaware or just dumb other drivers are. I would optimistically estimate I have lost 10 years of my life expectancy due to this anger. I have very high expectations as well.
 
Boris Badenov said:
I would settle for the hoi polloi just getting out of the passing lane when not passing. But no. Not even that. Too much to ask. *wanders away muttering*
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If you want to talk about that, how about the people who eventually get over, after spending 10 miles passing one vehicle, and then decide it would be a great time to deviate from their average personally comfortable/desired speed of 10 below the limit, up to however much over the limit will prevent you from getting around them before the next line of cars? I surprise them because there is no speed that I wouldn't go to get out of that situation. Stupid people, getting emotional about being passed without realizing that I've been in cruise control for hours, aside from when I had to kick it off and slow down 20 mph to not ram them in the passing lane.
 
Roger Roger said:
The scariest part of our flight nurses’ job is riding in the back of a 15 passenger FBO van with bald tires being driven over the snow-rutted roads of Anchorage by a sleep deprived Learjet FO running on caffeine and regret over their career choices.
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I had 2 complete engine failures and 1 partial failure in piston singles and trashed an engine at v1 in the ERJ and the scariest moment in my career so far is still a van ride to my hotel in a windstorm in sacramento lol.
 
///AMG said:
To be fair, I have gotten so lost within 0.5 miles of the hotel, that I have said F it and called an uber. I'm speaking of a not-pedestrian-friendly place, before you all take my navigator card from me, though that would probably be fair. We could have wandered another hour, plenty of time to find some riff raff. I already TMNT'd the first group of goons that dared block our passage, didn't have enough reserve pizza to take on another
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Hello drunk Derg in Green Bay!
 
///AMG said:
If you want to talk about that, how about the people who eventually get over, after spending 10 miles passing one vehicle, and then decide it would be a great time to deviate from their average personally comfortable/desired speed of 10 below the limit, up to however much over the limit will prevent you from getting around them before the next line of cars? I surprise them because there is no speed that I wouldn't go to get out of that situation. Stupid people, getting emotional about being passed without realizing that I've been in cruise control for hours, aside from when I had to kick it off and slow down 20 mph to not ram them in the passing lane.
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Three cars, four bikes, and I get Door Dash regularly.
 
Boris Badenov said:
Land...land is the one in California? I can't keep it straight because I'm not 12.
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Yes, CA. I'm 40 and this is the first time I've been to. I'd say I proudly said that fact in the past. One might argue I was never a kid. We did trips to socal when I was my kids age, and I only wanted to go to NAS Miramar and watch Tomcats flying around. I remember coming home from one of those trips and my friend's dad asked me if we went to Disneyland and I was personally insulted he'd dare to ask me that. I don't know what I thought this place was/is, but I think I envisioned some weird girl place where you just met minney mouse a bunch of times. I don't think I envision coming back, but it has been mildly amusing, there are roller coasters and some cool rides. I also have taken pride in having never once watched any Star Wars film (cue the gasps), but my favorite part has been the Star Wars portion of the park. My youngest thinks it is basically all real. We did the Star Wars ride and he said, and I quote, we literally went to space. But he was a bit confused how we got back to Disneyland so quickly. And he got to go to the Spiderman store on the other side of the park, and I think he may have stroked out from excitement. They are kids I never was, but it's cool to see them on a 96 hour adrenaline rush of happiness, which translates generally into intermittent punching of each other like "light chop" is reported to center by delta (or severe if reported by JAL) :)
 
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Boris Badenov said:
If it makes the kiddo happy, you're forgiven. Provided he's not lighting anything on fire, like we did.
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I haven't yet taught them the poor man's (Oregonian) version of a real firework, where you duct tape and then relentlessly hammer a (legal) whistling Pete into a small bomb. My friends and I made a cannon powered by this, and shot small projectiles into unknown parts of the neighborhood. Like I have no idea where any of them ever went, other than the one time when the "gun" completely exploded, almost took off my hand, and the bullet shot slowly into my face. We get to shoot WA fireworks, so there is no need, but if we move back, I might have to spread the gouge
 
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Ask me about the time my little squinty-eyed buddy and I got drunk and threw a Molotov cocktail on to the road only to have a cop car drive up. Amazing what you can do with the proper amount of adrenaline, even after 1.5 beers, at 14.

Ah, youth.
 
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