Also flew:
Elvis Presly: The King still lives, albeit anonymously (the guy is
really overweight and huge!). I overheard him in back talking on the Flightfone, trying to hook up with an ex-girlfriend: "Hello baby, it's me, it's the King. I want you back in my life baby! I want you back real bad. And on your way back, could you stop by a Krispy Kreme and pick up a dozen jelly doughnuts, and a dozen Crullers too?
Love me tender, love me truuuuue, and pick me up a pizza pie tooo
NE WITH SAUSAGE, PEPPERS AND CHEEEESE, OH PLEASE, OH PLEASE, OH PLEASE ...I think she hung up on him.
Billy Joel: The FBO at HTO was apparently used to and ready for his departure. A loudspeaker blared "Code Red! Code Red !" and the hard-hat wearing FBO crew went diving for cover. Suddenly, there's a screeching noise as this BMW comes tearing through the ramp gate, airborne. It rolls several times, pieces flying off and everywhere. It slides to a stop, upside down, only a few feet from the plane, hissing and smoking, tires still spinning. A hub cap wobbled and rattled on the tarmac. Mr. Joel crawled out, dusted himself off, and said nonchalantly "Are we ready to go?" and tossed the keys to the un-fazed line guy standing nearby. And off we went.
Mel Gibson: He flew into CGF, arriving in the future on the same time-travelling airplane as Charlton Heston. The scene was quite different from present-day, very run-down and apocalyptic looking.(Tall pipes emanated from the buildings, flaming from burning the methane produced below). During a meeting with Scheeringa, over a dispute with the Pilot's Union, they were interrupted over an intercom system. It was the head of the Union: "Who run OCC?" said the high-pitched voice. Scheeringa replied in a somber tone "You know who runs OCC!" . "Say It !" barked the voice. Scheeringa, through gritting teeth, replied "OK. Master ... Blaster ... run ... OCC." The voice replied: " Gooood! Now, EMBARGO!!!" And the 126th pilot strike was on.
Eventually, things deteriorated to the point where the good guys decided to make a run for it, to greener pastures out west. They all piled into a souped up Legacy, stripped of wings, with a humungous snow-plow blade mounted on front, and a water cannon mounted atop on a large, swiveling turret. With Gibson driving, they took off down the Interstate, with Scheeringa and his minions in hot pursuit: an odd assortment of wingless Beechjets, Hawkers and Citations with spikes and blades on the wheel hubs, battering rams attached to the noses, and armor plating welded all over. These were driven by a freak show of leather-clad, mohawked maniacs (many wearing the old Flight Options tie as an accessory). Scheeringa himself stood on a platform welded atop a Challenger, wearing a horned Viking helmet and, wielding a large staff, exhorted his troops during the high speed pursuit. The wreckage and carnage on both sides was spectacular, and a few survivors eventually reached the promised land (a fortified Net Jets compound in the middle of the Arizona desert). Alas, Mel didn't make it, having been last seen in a spectacular fire-ball of a collision between his and Scheeringa's vehicles.
