I'm sure I've told this one before, but when I was The New Guy doing FLX714 in 2005, all of the "old hands" (who were probably 25 and had been there for 6 months) took great joy in telling me about how when this guy crashed and the NTSB showed up, they met a bunch of locals out there kicking over wreckage and picking up checks, presumably paid by the banks.The true era of freight dawgs is over, and it will never be like that again. Probably with good reason, though. The crap I did at AMF makes me cringe...
All for canceled checks...
The true era of freight dawgs is over, and it will never be like that again. Probably with good reason, though. The crap I did at AMF makes me cringe...
All for canceled checks...
Occasionally when the children are acting up on gyaaaaarrrd I will re-tell your story about being a young freight pup and wandering into a t-storm and trying to reach center on 121.5.I'm sure I've told this one before, but when I was The New Guy doing FLX714 in 2005, all of the "old hands" (who were probably 25 and had been there for 6 months) took great joy in telling me about how when this guy crashed and the NTSB showed up, they met a bunch of locals out there kicking over wreckage and picking up checks, presumably paid by the banks.
I rather suspect that this was, uh, a fairytale, but it does nicely capture the "feels" of that time and place.
Loss of control Accident Cessna 210L Centurion N210CT, Wednesday 4 December 2002
On December 4, 2002, at 1747 central standard time, a single-engine Cessna 210L airplane, N210CT, operating as Flight Express 714 (FLX 714), was destroyed following an in-flight breakup d...aviation-safety.net
Never been so scared, even in a life full of questionable decisions. To this day when people carp on about Deltur and the ride-reports, I remember that the guy who said "shut up, this kid is in trouble" was wearing a U-Boat Jacket.Occasionally when the children are acting up on gyaaaaarrrd I will re-tell your story about being a young freight pup and wandering into a t-storm and trying to reach center on 121.5.
Well I came to find out (because I'm dumb and did it again (and again and then some)) that the plane was plenty capable of surviving what I suspect in retrospect was maybe on the harsh side of a level 3. But I'd never been in any weather to speak of and was 100% certain that I was about to die. When the U-Boater shushed the Guard Barnyard and read off various frequencies in a calm, nearly-bored voice, I gained both confidence and, more to the point, something to aspire to.I could think of no worse feeling. Luck was on your side that day.
Well I came to find out (because I'm dumb and did it again (and again and then some)) that the plane was plenty capable of surviving what I suspect in retrospect was maybe on the harsh side of a level 3. But I'd never been in any weather to speak of and was 100% certain that I was about to die. When the U-Boater shushed the Guard Barnyard and read off various frequencies in a calm, nearly-bored voice, I gained both confidence and, more to the point, something to aspire to.
25 year old me would roll his eyes at the sentiment, of course...but he was a dumbass who flew into thunderstorms! Screw that guy.
I mean it went from "I'm gonna die right now" to "I'm gonna wish I was dead tomorrow morning". It's a modest improvement, but an improvement nevertheless.From that to flying with @DPApilot, god must hate you
In links I hope never die, you’re Austin Collins rightI mean it went from "I'm gonna die right now" to "I'm gonna wish I was dead tomorrow morning". It's a modest improvement, but an improvement nevertheless.