ZapBrannigan
If it ain’t a Boeing, I’m not going. No choice.
I flew with a couple of pilots in the last month or so, and during the course of conversation I would point out a unique or rarely seen airplane come to find out they couldn’t identify it. Nothing crazy, a Dornier Jet, a Metroliner, a Vision Jet…
Later on, we get to talking about general aviation and they admit they don’t like it, have no interest in ever pursuing it as a hobby, and to them it was just a means to an end.
Both used the same words to describe how they ended up as airline pilots - “This was just a business decision for me. I don’t have a passion for aviation.”
This floored me. I’ve been doing this for a living for almost 30 years. From crappy jobs, to PFT, to furloughs, bankruptcies, mergers, check
rides, medicals, crappy hotels, food stamps, being gone for holidays and birthdays, flying odd hours, eating Thanksgiving dinner from vending machines or gas station convenience stores… and even living in my car for a while. But I never stopped loving airplanes.
Sure it’s a crappy job and a horrible profession sometimes, but it’s that passion for aviation that keeps me going. I don’t see how anyone can put up with all the awful stuff if you don’t love it. If you don’t get excited to see a 727 in the wild. Or wistful when you see your very first commuter turboprop taxi out in front of you in some field in Mexico. Or geek out about Derg’s space age widebody, or the latest high tech biz jet. I don’t get it.
It took me 20 years to get to the job I have now, so maybe I can’t wrap my head around the one job wonders who made it here 5 years after starting to learn to fly. Maybe when things go that quickly with no speed bumps the allure of big money and (what they perceive to be) small sacrifice makes it worth the gamble. But these people haven’t read hard landings, can’t identify a DC9 two out of three attempts, and couldn’t care less about that cool Tupolev we saw rusting in the sun in Havana. Make it make sense to me.
Later on, we get to talking about general aviation and they admit they don’t like it, have no interest in ever pursuing it as a hobby, and to them it was just a means to an end.
Both used the same words to describe how they ended up as airline pilots - “This was just a business decision for me. I don’t have a passion for aviation.”
This floored me. I’ve been doing this for a living for almost 30 years. From crappy jobs, to PFT, to furloughs, bankruptcies, mergers, check
rides, medicals, crappy hotels, food stamps, being gone for holidays and birthdays, flying odd hours, eating Thanksgiving dinner from vending machines or gas station convenience stores… and even living in my car for a while. But I never stopped loving airplanes.
Sure it’s a crappy job and a horrible profession sometimes, but it’s that passion for aviation that keeps me going. I don’t see how anyone can put up with all the awful stuff if you don’t love it. If you don’t get excited to see a 727 in the wild. Or wistful when you see your very first commuter turboprop taxi out in front of you in some field in Mexico. Or geek out about Derg’s space age widebody, or the latest high tech biz jet. I don’t get it.
It took me 20 years to get to the job I have now, so maybe I can’t wrap my head around the one job wonders who made it here 5 years after starting to learn to fly. Maybe when things go that quickly with no speed bumps the allure of big money and (what they perceive to be) small sacrifice makes it worth the gamble. But these people haven’t read hard landings, can’t identify a DC9 two out of three attempts, and couldn’t care less about that cool Tupolev we saw rusting in the sun in Havana. Make it make sense to me.