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[Stifler's Mom]

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Nice hat. It has a GoJets Glory Hole built in.

 

[whaleroast]

Jean-Claud Van Damme; the early years!

It's Claude, with an "E'.
And that wasn't him in that photo. Let me spin a yarn youngin. I used to kknow a fellow, went by the uncanny name of Stringfellow Hawke.
Captain Hawke was a competent PIC. I knew him from way back. We worked special opps in Laos in the late '60's and early '70's. Those were good times, you know. After Nixon bailed from the rice patties in the '70's, Hawke and I took to flying tourists around Alaska. That lasted for awhile, that is until Uncle Sam came calling for us again. Sure we liked to drink too much. Hell, we both washed out of Blue Thunder and Knight Rider school.
To make a long story short, Hawke was picked to fly Airwolf out of Monument Valley to hunt drug runners and terrorists. Sure I was envious. After it all, though, he was my friend, my comrade, my blood brother. And Hawke held up well those first few years. That was until the Feds and then the booze did him in. He also had a hankering for Asian dames longing for a quicky marriage and a green card. His fat diabetic FO Dominic Santini led him astray at times. The Feds busted Hawke in 1985 for flying too low over Echo Park and took away his license to fly. Santini went to fly the 747 panel for Northwest. He's still there today, bidding for 11 days off. Sometimes you can see him wandering the Memphis terminal like a ghost, somewhere between Lenny's and Corky's,
In the end Stringfellow was left with nothing but the uniform, a sad forlorn gaze and a hat. Plied by alcohol one morning, he posed for that picture at a K-Mart gallery in Long Beach.
And now you know the rest of the story.

 

[Baze]

So, tell me then, what happened to Michael 'Archangel' Coldsmith Briggs III? Don't tell me he's flying for Mesa!

 

[kilroy]

Jean-Claud Van Damme; the early years!

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Watch the whole clip.

 

[EBE]

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He's everywhere. Sporting the Captain stripes and FO hat, never with an emblem. That far off stare, judging whatever lies beyond the horizon with a slight squint. I want to hurt him.

Yep, that there's the real McCoy sonny.

 

[Golden Falcon]

Isnt that the same dude in the Airline Academy school (place in Florida that bit the dust) ad??

 

[Ty Webb]

"What a lousy hat . . . an airline hat like that, you should get a free bowl of soup with it . . . . Oh, but it looks good on him!"

 

[Pattern-Master]

He's the construction worker turned 777 captain.

Yeah, we should all be so lucky to have a great union construction job with great work rules and benefits!

 

[70-SS]

Jean-Claude Van Damme IS: Riddle Ace: The Beginning.

Frame resolves from blackness to reveal TODD squinting at the horizon. The wind is blowing a gentle 5 knots directly across the 10,000 ft runway. The summer heat is sending up thermals from the tarmac. Somewhere in the distance a tinny boom box is playing "Danger Zone". TODD places $150 aviator shades on his face.

TODD: <Eyebrows still furrowed in Serious Face> Much better.

BRAD enters stage left looking alarmingly red and slightly faint, perhaps due to his nomex flight suit which is covered in FLIGHT TEAM patches. TODD and BRAD glance at each other and instantly each stand on one leg, make awkward talons of their hands, and scratch at the air in front of them.

TODD&BRAD: CAWWWW CAWWWW CAWWWW!

BRAD: Hey dude! Jesus, that's an awesome hat bra, but why don't you have an ERAU symbol on it?

TODD: Brad. Sometimes I wonder whether you were even awake at indoc. I wear no brass because a Riddle Education can take you ANYWHERE YOU WANT TO BE. They do the same thing at Harvard.

BRAD: Gosh. I didn't know that. Would you like to go through the student handbook with me again? I feel like I'm falling behind.

TODD: No time for that now, Brad. There's trouble on the flightline.

Camera pans to approach end of the runway. In the distance, we see a CESSNA 172 yawing wildly back and forth as it descends towards the runway. The engine can be heard going from idle to full power over and over again.

TODD: It's Adam and Steve. They took one of the G1000 172s out this morning without even talking to a dispatcher. It's too much airplane for them in this sort of wind. <eyebrows furrow even further>...unless...

TODD rips off his Ray Bans and starts running. BRAD follows.

CUT TO COCKPIT OF 172. ADAM and STEVE are sitting side by side in matching flight suits. Both are sweating profusely. ADAM, sitting in the left seat is banging the control wheel back and forth and dancing on the rudder pedals.

ADAM: Steve. Steve. I can't see anything! Wipe my brow.

STEVE produces a neatly folded handkerchief from one his velcroed pockets and dabs futilely at ADAM's forehead. ADAM grabs STEVE's hand briefly. The exchange a long glance.

ADAM: Nevermind, there's no time for that now. Here we go. If things go wrong, remember that I regret nothing.

<to be continued?>

Hey Rip that was great. When is the sequel coming?

 

[urflyingme?!]

That is how you can tell you're going to an elite flight school. They all have bridge programs, Key-Bank loans, and that guy in the ads!