Let's hear about your daredevil phase

[mar]

A few weeks ago there was a thread about an older military type that chewed out some young punk after he checked his oil with the engine (and prop) running.

Or something like that.

The thing that's been stuck in my head since then was Typhoon 1244 comment that we all go through a daredevil phase.

So I've been reflecting on my own self-induced near-brushes with the Grim Reaper--and decided I've had at least two daredevil phases.

It seems to me that at some point I become really comfortable in my present equipment. Then I start pushing things, testing those limitations, get a little scared and then back off.

Natural or not? Tell me.

 

[jsoceanlord]

this isn't related, but; there's nothing worse than people that think they can evaluate your professionalism as a pilot by your 'electronic comments' on a message board.

 

[mar]

The fear of judgement

Don't worry man. You may not know this but you and I have worked for the same man but at different times.

All I gotta say is Camai Air/Village Aviation and the boss was BL.

Am I right? I know what kind of a job you had. I did the same one. But I don't care what people think (anymore).

I'm good at my job though I've made mistakes (really dumb ones too!).

Just roll with it and try not to loose your sense of humor.

 

[chperplt]

This one time at band camp.........................

 

[mar]

Very good! Well done!

So. Chperplt has demonstrated his firm grasp on the concept of having a sense of humor.

Well done.

But I didn't really want to learn about your adolescent sexual exploits there chopper boy.

How about a flying story?

 

[Singlecoil]

I would have to say the dumbest thing I ever did, other than snaprolling a rickety old 207, was putting all six seats up in a 207 while enroute. I had to trim it quite a bit nose down, going back and forth until I got it right, then threw myself at either side wall to counter some rolling tendencies. I even got all six seat pins in.

This might be dumber, actually. Once I had the cargo strap hanging out the cargo door banging the side of the airplane. I went back, opened the door, and pulled the strap in. The kicker was that it was the aft-most door, the one that opens into the slip stream. Really dumb.

 

[bugchaser]

I really don't see how checking your oil with the engine running can be considered dangerous. Pretty much standard procedure in my world.

 

[WrightAvia]

Admit nothing, deny everything, demand proof.

 

[Jafar]

Admit nothing, deny everything, demand proof.

Hell Yeah!!!

It's been a long time since I have heard that wise axiom. But I remember it as, "Admit nothing, deny everything, and make counter-accusations."

I like your taste in movies as well.





As far as this thread goes, I should probably say something topic related as I hate it when dickheads post off-topic.


I am so new to flying I haven't entered my dare devil phase yet. Just doing stalls by myself puckers my asshole right now.

However I do recall a few times on a lonely stretch of highway doing 160 mph in a tricked out Mustang Cobra. (does that count as flying?)

 

[Typhoon1244]

I did most of my instrument training under the hood...the weather was just too good in east Tennessee that season.

The very day I got my instrument ticket, I blasted off into hard IMC for a trip from Knoxville to Crossville, Tennessee, to visit a girlfriend. I remember looking around inside the clouds and thinking, "I sure wish I could peek out from under this hood!" Stupid...I had no business being out there. But I was young and indestructible, so off I went.

 

[BankAccount=0$]

Admit nothing, deny everything, demand proof.

"Since youse still kinda green mebbe I might better clues you in on a few things," Jimmy said. "When ya f*cks up in a airplane ya gots four choices."
"Four?"
"Yep. Ya kin tells the truth, which nobody ever does 'less they's crazy. Or ya kin tells the right lie. Or ya kin tells the wrong lie."
"What's the Fourth?" I asked.
"What we jist did. Ya doesn't say sh*t ta nobody. Ya getting any o' this pardner?"


An excerpt from Moondog's Academy of the Air and Other Disasters by Pete Fusco. Perhaps one of the finest books ever written about the beginnings of a professional pilot.

 

[WrightAvia]

Haha that's funny.

 

[chperplt]

How about a flying story?

My most dare devil / stupid story was in the Army. Two OH58s decide to go out in the mountains and play hide and seek. It was great... Flying low level through canyons and then up one side of the mountain and down the other.. Fun until you're going up one side while the other guy is going up the other. At some point you meet in the middle..

 

[mar]

Now we're talking!

Nice one Chopper guy. Reminds me of my *first* daredevil phase.

Singlecoil, you are truly a brave warrior. But I can guess what time of the year you tried the seat installation stunt because if it was January there was no way on Earth I'd be able to get all those seats *and* the pins in in less than 30 minutes--on the ground!!

 

[bigD]

Other than a brief stint as a jump pilot, I haven't really done any commercial flying, so I haven't had the pressure to do much dumb sh*t yet. But there's one decision I wish I could have back, although it turned out okay anyway.

One night I was flying IFR in a 172R, and during my climb my vacuum pump decided to pack it in. The base of the overcast I was currently sitting in was at about 650'. About 10 minutes away is a nice big airport with ILS approaches to nice big parallel runways. So what does my dumb @ss do? Turn around and shoot the NDB approach at my home airport. Not because I was "too macho" to head over and fly the ILS. I just didn't think about it.

The NDB approach was uneventful, but still, it was an idiotic decision.

 

[Traumahawk]

"Since youse still kinda green mebbe I might better clues you in on a few things," Jimmy said. "When ya f*cks up in a airplane ya gots four choices."
"Four?"
"Yep. Ya kin tells the truth, which nobody ever does 'less they's crazy. Or ya kin tells the right lie. Or ya kin tells the wrong lie."
"What's the Fourth?" I asked.
"What we jist did. Ya doesn't say sh*t ta nobody. Ya getting any o' this pardner?"


An excerpt from Moondog's Academy of the Air and Other Disasters by Pete Fusco. Perhaps one of the finest books ever written about the beginnings of a professional pilot.

Gotta second that. I keep that book next to my bed, if I can't fall asleep, or think i've got it bad, I just open up to a random page and start readin'. Great Book.

 

[Vector4fun]

Back when I was in High School, me and a buddy skipped class one day and took his 65 hp T-Craft BC-12D out in some empty Texas sky. We found some real benign looking cumulus at around 2500', and practiced some actual IFR. Neither of us had an Instrument rating, and the T-craft certainly wasn't equipped. However, when things got un-manageable, we just throttled back to idle, pulled on the carb heat, and let the T-craft have her head. She always took care of us and we'd pop out the bottom in a fairly reasonable attitude and well within redline.....


Pretty dumb, but we're all immortal at 17, aren't we?

 

[Timebuilder]

I drove cab in New York City...

Man, what was I thinking?

 

[OtterFO]

I was in a twin otter that was flying so low, the GPWS thought we where on the ground. It just stoped talking.

 

[350DRIVER]

I have to laugh when I think back to my flying days in Houston.
The dumbest thing I have done was getting talked into renting a V-35 out of (HOU) with a fellow Delta Airlines employee and taking two girls up (to impress) with us on a night flight from HOU to GLS and back. Never get talked into flying a plane just to "impress" someone. Anyways, I flew the leg down to GLS (uneventful) and the other guy was flying the leg back into HOU. He takes off and retracts the gear and continues to let the airspeed build as he stays ten feet off of the runway then with lotsa force he yanks the yoke back and for a split second I thought we lost the tail of the plane, he then heads right for the Gulf and puts the plane into a 60 degree climbing turn towards the water and things were a flying all over the place. The girls were not digging this at all. When we finally got back into Hobby I was happy to be on the ground as I am sure was the case with the two girls in the back.

I never heard from the girls again and I think I only flew with this guy like one other time.




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