Boris Badenov
Fortis Leader
In my experience, pilots come in two basic breeds. Those who saw the glossy pamphlet with lots of buttons to push and thought "this will make me a credible human being and, if the movies are to be believed, get me some chicks", and those who saw adventure, uncertain outcomes, the chance to be the, if you'll pardon the expression, "pilot" of your own destiny, far away from the depressing realities of modern living. Sadly (from my perspective), it's the former who are delighted with what they've done, and the later who are left, penniless, wondering what the heck happened. I'm reminded of an article I read on the MU-2, years ago (yes, for me, everything in Creation comes back to the MU-2...it's true).
Now, with apologies to the mil guys (bomber or fighter), because comparing civilian pilots who fly one plane or another to military pilots is genuinely disrespectful to people who get shot at whatever they fly, I think he's basically on to something here. Some of us got in to this gig because it seemed faintly dangerous. Not like "do a tour in Iraq" dangerous, but more like "Me vs. Machine can I do it" dangerous. The simple truth is that those days are over, for all long-term career intents and purposes. Some of us will breathe a sigh of relief. Some will admit the sense in it whilst secretly wishing it weren't so. Regardless, that's the future. You may like it and relish all the shiny buttons over which you are now Lord and Commander. Others of us may feel like we were sold a bill of goods and long for the days of "ballparking it" and scaring yourself silly, because that was "the Juice". What we want, or miss, or feel we "really are" doesn't matter. The truth is that we are risk managers with an excellent office view. I've made my peace with that. I suggest that if you don't want to be deeply disappointed, you do the same. You can't fight Progress any more than you can fight City Hall. Such is life.
Dick Allan, president of Internet Jet Sales, a well-known MU-2B
broker in the Northeast United States, says the aircraft’s jet-like
performance has special appeal to a special set of pilots, ones who are
notably different from those who fly more matronly turboprops. He
likens the aircraft to "a stanine test that separates fighter jocks
from bomber pilots."
Now, with apologies to the mil guys (bomber or fighter), because comparing civilian pilots who fly one plane or another to military pilots is genuinely disrespectful to people who get shot at whatever they fly, I think he's basically on to something here. Some of us got in to this gig because it seemed faintly dangerous. Not like "do a tour in Iraq" dangerous, but more like "Me vs. Machine can I do it" dangerous. The simple truth is that those days are over, for all long-term career intents and purposes. Some of us will breathe a sigh of relief. Some will admit the sense in it whilst secretly wishing it weren't so. Regardless, that's the future. You may like it and relish all the shiny buttons over which you are now Lord and Commander. Others of us may feel like we were sold a bill of goods and long for the days of "ballparking it" and scaring yourself silly, because that was "the Juice". What we want, or miss, or feel we "really are" doesn't matter. The truth is that we are risk managers with an excellent office view. I've made my peace with that. I suggest that if you don't want to be deeply disappointed, you do the same. You can't fight Progress any more than you can fight City Hall. Such is life.