EatSleepFly
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My favorite was the Colt in Jackson Hole with the bald tires. Nothing like slip-sliding your way to the crew apartment Mr. Toad's Wild Ride-style in the morning snow, half asleep, with 4x4 trucks and SUV's threatening to use your little jalopy as a speed bump.
The Colt in Fresno was special, too. I think that was the one where you couldn't close the drivers window all the way because the driver's door couldn't be opened from the outside.
In Brookings, OR there was a late 70's Plymouth Valiant. That thing was a boat. You couldn't step on the gas too hard or it would start to go and then quit. Wish someone would have told me that before I went to pull out in traffic....
Good old Ameri-colts. Still better than waiting half the morning for a taxi or hotel shuttle. Always wondered what the ladies thought when they saw you roll up to a coffee shop or something and check them out as you get out of your pimpin' Colt- all decked out in grungy layover clothes, greasy Ameriflight hat, and so tired you looked drunk at 10am. Bet they wouldn't in a million years guess that you just flew in their stupid Valentine's Day roses or whatever else they just had to have.
Hell yeah!!!
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The Colt in Fresno was special, too. I think that was the one where you couldn't close the drivers window all the way because the driver's door couldn't be opened from the outside.
In Brookings, OR there was a late 70's Plymouth Valiant. That thing was a boat. You couldn't step on the gas too hard or it would start to go and then quit. Wish someone would have told me that before I went to pull out in traffic....
Good old Ameri-colts. Still better than waiting half the morning for a taxi or hotel shuttle. Always wondered what the ladies thought when they saw you roll up to a coffee shop or something and check them out as you get out of your pimpin' Colt- all decked out in grungy layover clothes, greasy Ameriflight hat, and so tired you looked drunk at 10am. Bet they wouldn't in a million years guess that you just flew in their stupid Valentine's Day roses or whatever else they just had to have.
Captain Morgan said:I remember I was doing my CFII down at MYF. I was standing outside on one of my breaks when around the corner came speeding and sputtering a white dodge colt. It was beat to he!! and back with rust laced dents and holes poked into the sheet metal throughout various locations of it's body. It was packed full of blue shirted hooligans whooping and a holering with drink cups from the nearest Jack 'N' the Box in their hands. I knew then, that I wanted to become a freight pilot.
Hell yeah!!!
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