Ouch, indeed. But wait, there's more...
I may never get a job in anything bigger than a Cessna 421....
We can only feel sorry for the 15 people you manage to shoe-horn into that 421, then.
I have about six leads on Legacy gigs. If I get one of those I'm in. Otherwise it is either 152s or Home Depot.
It's not as clearcut a decision as it seems, because heaven only knows the damage you might wreak at home depot with bad advice and inexperience. If you do go to work at home depot, you can call yourself an architect, or carpenter, or mason, or any number of other titles you choose to assume, even though you're really a bag boy. Much like referring to your captain as a "copilot," and referring to yourself as a captain.
AMEN! Praise the Lord! I will go where He sends me, even if it is to prison.
How about the rubber room?
I used to think that of my ex-wife because she had a v8gina.... Hmmm.
This was said in response to a poster who said: "
If you have a gun, you can rob a bank. If you have a bank, you can rob everyone!" Logic was never your first choice, was it? What is it you'd have said if you didn't hold a college degree, again?
I swear to G** I applied to Home-Depot to work at the store... That's what we're reduced to.
You're really big on the whole home-depot thing. Perhaps a few months in the plumbing section will do you some good. Just don't try to convince anyone that you know what you're talking about, and hopefully nobody will get hurt.
If I can afford the occasional steak and have the kids around that's enough. Of course, $9 an hour won't provide that, but there are always banks to rob I guess.
And now, apparently with the bank robbery, you've come full circle, back to your wife's "v8gina," again. Whatever that means.
Thanks. I would but I'm done with flying as a career. Only for fun now.
Ah, seems like it was only yesterday (May, 2009, actually), that you avowed you were done flying, and the world became a safer place. Sadly, you were never a man of your word.
Sorry. I'm an emotional guy in case you can't tell.
Oh, I can tell. You're a poet, if anything at all.
Just not much of a pilot, it would seem.
I didn't get stuck with a hook, I just ate the bait and burped.
Seems to be an ongoing habit of yours, doesn't it?
I missed my daughter's dental appointment five times in a row I kid you not
And sadly you still suffer from post traumatic stress disorder, as a result. Tragic.
That's the beauty of a twin--your decision is already made for you. Having that third engine can complicate things if you act thinking you've only lost one engine, rotate, and try to fly the V1 Engine Failure Profile without realizing you've really lost two engines...
Most individuals who are flying a multi-engine airplane, be it two engines, three, or four, are smart enough to know when they've experienced an engine failure. Even two engine failures. Clear you, not so much. Why?
This is one that I have always thought would be the ultimate "Oh Shiite!" moment but maybe I haven't considered it enough.
- Max Weight Takeoff Slats + 20 with a Balanced Field
- Airplane hits a flock of geese at V1 and blows two engines out (you pick 'em as it doesn't matter to me)
From what I am repeatedly told there is absolutely no way the airplane will take you any further than the crash site under these conditions.
Is this true? If it isn't true what do you do?
Again, much like the question at the outset of the thread...if you have to ask, perhaps you shouldn't be entrusted with a balsa glider, let alone an airplane that someone can actually sit in.
That explains my upcoming, "Am I a Crossdresser?" post.
The truth finally starts to come out. Stop hiding in the closet.
I didn't have any sort of mental episode whatsoever. I did, however, very seriously contemplate quitting flying altogether.
You've no idea how grateful we can all be to you, for clearing that up.
I'm mouthy--I engage my mouth before my brain somtimes (and I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve).
Indeed
I'm not perfect. I'm a damned good and safe pilot but a highly flawed human being.
The first step is admitting it, isn't it? You were only a damned good pilot, but as we've seen, later went on to declare yourself a god. How can you be god if you're a highly flawed human being.
When yer five-year old daughter watches you get your eyes clawed out because someone downsized you out of a job I'd be amazed if you are half as composed as I was when I had my little meltdown.
Ouch. Eyes clawed out. You're a god, though. You can re-grow them.
Your meltdown doesn't sound very godlike, even for a highly flawed human being.
I thought the same thing until I went to my ex-wife and asked her to cooperate for the sake of our (*hers also she keeps forgetting*) kids and she belted me in the mouth.
Cut her some slack. She was only doing what we'd all like to do.
About me being a giant pansy. Something like that.
You like flowers, or you have a weight problem? Ah, yes. You wear your heart on your sleeve. Now I remember.
Perhaps it is time to retire from message boards. Being a national joke is a cross I am able to bear, but not one I deserve IMHO.
You see yourself as a national joke? If you don't deserve it, who does? In your humble opinion, you say? Didn't you tell us that you're god? Not very humble, really (unless you're actually God, of course). A cross you're able to bear? You nailed yourself to that cross. You feed off the humiliation. A cross to bear? I think not. It's what drives you. You love being a martyr, and take every chance to be one. Like now, for instance.
I felt the need to post this. If it kills my career then I'm at peace with that.
No such luck, unfortunately. You're back.
Besides, everyone thinks I'm a nut. At least now they know why.
Not at all. It's always been obvious.
Long story short my ex-wife beat the living hell out of me in front of my kids... My gf decided to dump me because she thought being linked with me would make her look bad (GO FIGURE, RIGHT GUYS? HAHAHAHAH! *ahem*) even after spending the night with me the night before she bus threw me (or just pretended not to like me any more--that was kinda' weird)
Let's not forget your subsequent confession that your girlfriend is also a cocaine addict. What a charmed life you lead. When a cocaine addict turns you aside because you make her look bad, it's time to stare down that mirror and see just what's wrong.
I've got way thicker skin than any of these rabble rousers can pierce, regardless. *shrug*
We shall see. *shrug*
Well I just got off phone with ----. He said to my banishment query:
"You're not banned--youre *worse* than banned. You can't even login to see you're banned!"
You're actually the only person to ever be banned there, which is quite an accomplishment.
I quit message boards entirely until Rum dragged me into this conversation (the impending death of which I am eagerly anticipating so I can return to self-imposed exile--all these boards do for me is generate stomach acid).
Are you keeping rolaid in business, reliving your own words?
So used to being the one getting bashed that I made a false assumption here perhaps.
Surprise, surprise.
How do you "use them properly" any way? They are brakes. You press on them and they are supposed to stop the plane. It ain't frigging "rocket surgery." Duuhhhhhh.
It's nice to be able to go back a little bit and dig up these technical gems. It's a wonder you fly at all when you could be writing tech manuals. Such wordiness, though. Truly, you're a complex person.
Until this thread came up I stayed out of the line of fire because it always ends up the same way: assaults on my character, skills, and intelligence.
Ever wonder why it always turns out the same, for you? Every wonder why you have the need to keep talking about retiring from the internet, or that the world has spent ten years concentrating on destroying your career? Or why people take pleasure in socking you in the mouth? Do you ever look in the mirror? Answers await you.
Dude, I grew up in South Texas. I didn't land into the wind until I went to the Regionals. Any time, any day, you want to meet for a X-Wind landing competition I'm game. Loser pays a year's salary.
Unless it's in a Falcon, right?
You'll do fine in the Legacy, though. After all, it's your favorite light twin.
Apparently I've won the argument because all you can do to discredit me is cast personal aspersions and innuendo.
And quote you, of course.
Narrow cabin????? You think the Legacy cabin is NARROW???
Painfully so. Yes. Not bad for a light twin, of course, but it's still narrow.
Now I'm gonna' go get my popcorn.
How's it taste so far? Probably just a little bitter.