Firebird2XC
Well-Known Member
The Flying Club manager where I learned to fly in WA was also the DPE- a crusty old fella who'd been flying long enough to have been a USAF Colonel- in Vietnam.
He once told me a story about a crew in a twin of some sort that go hypoxic at a relatively low altitude. I forget the type, but it had a CVR.
They giggled all the way to fuel starvation... and impact.
I'd rather ice up and lucidly "fly it all the way to the crash site" in some sort of controlled, quasi-intentional fashion that just fiddle while Rome burned and take whatever type of crash sequence the Reaper dealt me. If I absolutely have to lose to the elements, I'm going out wide-eyed and swinging for the fences. Might not 'go out' at all in that scenario.
He once told me a story about a crew in a twin of some sort that go hypoxic at a relatively low altitude. I forget the type, but it had a CVR.
They giggled all the way to fuel starvation... and impact.
I'd rather ice up and lucidly "fly it all the way to the crash site" in some sort of controlled, quasi-intentional fashion that just fiddle while Rome burned and take whatever type of crash sequence the Reaper dealt me. If I absolutely have to lose to the elements, I'm going out wide-eyed and swinging for the fences. Might not 'go out' at all in that scenario.