"Flight Team" ......
Why?
-mini
It's either that or another sausage-fest "party" in the dorms. I mean, ok, granted, freightdogs of the old school like you and I, we were born knowing how to get maximum performance out of an aircraft, but some people need to practice. And practice. And practice.
I "attended" a mom n pop FBO where they gave you the keys, wished you good luck, and reminded you that if the plane wasn't back by 10, you were buying the first round. A "checkout" in a new airplane consisted of doing a stall and a landing with one of the thirteen CFIs who were sleeping in the lounge waiting for new students. They were usually sleeping during the "checkout", too. "Dispatch" was generally a private pilot or student who was working the desk and washing planes so they could buy more time. If they asked any questions about where I was going, it was because they wanted to come.
Now, obviously, that's the way to do it. BUT, in the unfathomably tragic event that I had gone to a puppymill, I can conceive of having been on the Flight Team. Understand that this is confession...I would have roundly deserved all of the derision that would have been heaped upon me. Luckily, I dodged that bullet. But with the confession in mind, I'm disposed to take it easy on the Flight Team nerds. At least they're busy flying and not holding forth on the internet about all the stuff they think they know.
But don't tell them I said that. I have a reputation to maintain, and a long, long nose to look down.
