Do you have an aviation soulmate?

I've been to a fish fry many times.

Do musical fish practice scales?

Mmm fish fry! Catfish baby! I have a pet catfish trying to teach me scales, but I'm not sure if it's qualified, it's background is kinda fishy. :D
 
This gal stole lots of our hearts......

She drove the fuel truck and was a great gal. I flew with her many times....she is missed.

My most memorable time.....when her little brother threw up in the back of a C-172 we were flying....what a mess. Poor guy. :D
 
What does a crab have in common with a chinese gentleman who has had an unfortunate accident with a steamroller?

One is a crustacean and the other is a crushed asian.
 
What does a crab have in common with a chinese gentleman who has had an unfortunate accident with a steamroller?

One is a crustacean and the other is a crushed asian.

And then there's the one about the pygmies and the feminist jogging group...
 
Confucius say man who spend time fishing instead of worrying gets carpe diem
 
This gal stole lots of our hearts......

She drove the fuel truck and was a great gal. I flew with her many times....she is missed.

My most memorable time.....when her little brother threw up in the back of a C-172 we were flying....what a mess. Poor guy. :D

How did she die so young?
 
Kip Adotta covered all these jokes in 1984. Available on the Dr. Demento 20th Anniversary album, for collectors.

 
Kip Adotta covered all these jokes in 1984. Available on the Dr. Demento 20th Anniversary album, for collectors.

Nate why did you dredge that up? I know you did it on porpoise.
 
How did she die so young?
She loved to fly...and was flying with a glider tow plane. On return there were aerobatics involved (Citabria?)....and a bad wing splice joint let loose and the wing folded.

It was a sad day...and we all miss her. She was sunshine to everyone at the airport. Most folks who flew at FDK in the mid 80's knew her.
 
There is no one I'd rather be in an airplane with. Literally . . . my ideal airplane would be a single-seater. One holer. Solo.
 
There is no one I'd rather be in an airplane with. Literally . . . my ideal airplane would be a single-seater. One holer. Solo.
I'm always surprised to read this sort of thing. I have owned my RV-8 for nearly three years, now, and have put 300 hours on it.

I have yet to solo in it. :)
 
I'm always surprised to read this sort of thing. I have owned my RV-8 for nearly three years, now, and have put 300 hours on it.

I have yet to solo in it. :)

You should try it. Most of my flights are with others, but solo flights are a lot of fun too. No reason to stick with one or the other exclusively.
 
You should try it. Most of my flights are with others, but solo flights are a lot of fun too. No reason to stick with one or the other exclusively.

Some people aren't allowed to fly alone.

*crackwhip*
 
Lots of people out there are fully enamored with aviation, high on it, in love with it, etc., and I've met lots of them. :) I have one buddy in particular who is a lot like me in personality, enjoyment, temperament, interests, etc., and we always really enjoy going flying together. When we're not flying we hang out a lot and talk about flying. He's married to someone else, as am I, and there's no funny business there, we're just flying friends.

Meanwhile, I'm also married to a pilot, who enjoys flying and the utility, but doesn't have the passion for it to the same degree that I do. But we enjoy going up together too, and have fun with it. Whoever didn't like being married to a pilot, the benefits are huge. He's already aware of what this stuff costs, what it's like to be hooked on it and want to be out at the airport on a nice day, doesn't get mad if I want to hang out with my "buddies" for hours on a Saturday at the hangar, isn't jealous of time or money spent on the plane, and importantly, isn't scared of flying, scared of me flying, secretly wanting me to quit, hesitant about going places and finding excuses not to, etc. And when you're on a trip somewhere together, you have two people who can get the job done, if one doesn't feel well or feel like it, if the weather is tricky, if someone is tired, whatever, you have an immediate back up or second set of eyes. You split the flight time depending on who feels more like it, but I go without him and he goes without me some times, so it's not like you can never fly if they are too. I can't imagine a better set-up, personally. :)
 
Lots of people out there are fully enamored with aviation, high on it, in love with it, etc., and I've met lots of them. :) I have one buddy in particular who is a lot like me in personality, enjoyment, temperament, interests, etc., and we always really enjoy going flying together. When we're not flying we hang out a lot and talk about flying. He's married to someone else, as am I, and there's no funny business there, we're just flying friends.

Meanwhile, I'm also married to a pilot, who enjoys flying and the utility, but doesn't have the passion for it to the same degree that I do. But we enjoy going up together too, and have fun with it. Whoever didn't like being married to a pilot, the benefits are huge. He's already aware of what this stuff costs, what it's like to be hooked on it and want to be out at the airport on a nice day, doesn't get mad if I want to hang out with my "buddies" for hours on a Saturday at the hangar, isn't jealous of time or money spent on the plane, and importantly, isn't scared of flying, scared of me flying, secretly wanting me to quit, hesitant about going places and finding excuses not to, etc. And when you're on a trip somewhere together, you have two people who can get the job done, if one doesn't feel well or feel like it, if the weather is tricky, if someone is tired, whatever, you have an immediate back up or second set of eyes. You split the flight time depending on who feels more like it, but I go without him and he goes without me some times, so it's not like you can never fly if they are too. I can't imagine a better set-up, personally. :)

I'm jealous. My husband is definitely in the "secretly wants me to quit" category. Thankfully, he's at least being supportive of my passion for it now. Even got me a GoPro for Valentine's Day! Unfortunately, he'll never fly with me... too scared and paranoid. So, once I finish earning my PPL, hopefully I'll be able to find some flying buddies.
 
I'm always surprised to read this sort of thing. I have owned my RV-8 for nearly three years, now, and have put 300 hours on it.

I have yet to solo in it. :)
That's cool; a neat airplane, and a generous attitude. Your friends are lucky. I wouldn't be described as introverted, but flying is my place, my time, and I like to do things that may (or may not) make others uncomfortable.
 
I'd rather keep my highly aerobatic Cherokee 140 puke free...but that's just me.
 
Have you ever met someone that shared in the same kind of adoration of aviation? As a friendship that took off from day one? I know that people fly for all sorts of reasons. It is fun, the status of it, and so much more. I have met many pilots in my day, but I can only think of one that we really understood each other when it comes to flying.

It is cool to hear of unique friendships. Tell me your story.

PoA, podcasting, and aviation in general have been great ways to meet awesome people.

My true soul mate isn't a pilot, but she sure likes flying with me. I like to think she's just letting me have all the stick time. :)

But, there are several pilots I've met that I can just talk with for hours and we have a grand ol' time... Sadly, they're all hundreds or thousands of miles away. Luckily, well, we're pilots so sometimes those miles go by quickly. When I have the opportunity to meet up with them, it's like we haven't been apart at all and we'll crack a beverage around a fire or under a wing and tell stories long into the night.

You should come to Gaston's, or the Wings FlyBQ, or another PoA fly-in, or Oshkosh. Or all of the above. They're all great places to find your aviation people. As Dave Higdon says of Oshkosh, it's made up of "Old friends, new friends, and friends you haven't met yet."
 
I'm jealous. My husband is definitely in the "secretly wants me to quit" category. Thankfully, he's at least being supportive of my passion for it now. Even got me a GoPro for Valentine's Day! Unfortunately, he'll never fly with me... too scared and paranoid. So, once I finish earning my PPL, hopefully I'll be able to find some flying buddies.
I hope you do Cajun, I found some guys that are 40 & 50+ Nms away from me, so when we hang out we all have a reason to fly. It's really helped all of us continue to enjoy the whole experience while increasing our knowledge & skill.
 
I'm jealous. My husband is definitely in the "secretly wants me to quit" category. Thankfully, he's at least being supportive of my passion for it now. Even got me a GoPro for Valentine's Day! Unfortunately, he'll never fly with me... too scared and paranoid. So, once I finish earning my PPL, hopefully I'll be able to find some flying buddies.

That definitely sounds like progress. Cool.
 
I'm jealous. My husband is definitely in the "secretly wants me to quit" category. Thankfully, he's at least being supportive of my passion for it now. Even got me a GoPro for Valentine's Day! Unfortunately, he'll never fly with me... too scared and paranoid. So, once I finish earning my PPL, hopefully I'll be able to find some flying buddies.
Maybe as he sees you progressing and learns how it works and how you're the one in charge of your own safety, and how much it means to you, hopefully he'll go from supportive (which is a great start!) to supportive and excited for you and being willing to go along with you or even learn more about it. Some day maybe he could even take a "spouse" course, where he could learn a few of the basics so that he would feel like he knew what was going on more, and maybe that would make him more comfortable. Who knows. :)
 
Lots of people out there are fully enamored with aviation, high on it, in love with it, etc., and I've met lots of them. :) I have one buddy in particular who is a lot like me in personality, enjoyment, temperament, interests, etc., and we always really enjoy going flying together. When we're not flying we hang out a lot and talk about flying. He's married to someone else, as am I, and there's no funny business there, we're just flying friends.

Meanwhile, I'm also married to a pilot, who enjoys flying and the utility, but doesn't have the passion for it to the same degree that I do. But we enjoy going up together too, and have fun with it. Whoever didn't like being married to a pilot, the benefits are huge. He's already aware of what this stuff costs, what it's like to be hooked on it and want to be out at the airport on a nice day, doesn't get mad if I want to hang out with my "buddies" for hours on a Saturday at the hangar, isn't jealous of time or money spent on the plane, and importantly, isn't scared of flying, scared of me flying, secretly wanting me to quit, hesitant about going places and finding excuses not to, etc. And when you're on a trip somewhere together, you have two people who can get the job done, if one doesn't feel well or feel like it, if the weather is tricky, if someone is tired, whatever, you have an immediate back up or second set of eyes. You split the flight time depending on who feels more like it, but I go without him and he goes without me some times, so it's not like you can never fly if they are too. I can't imagine a better set-up, personally. :)

This is more or less how @Laurie and I are. She's the senior (and better) pilot, and we trust eachother fully. I, too, can't imagine a better setup. :)
 
Alright I'll bite.

My dad and I are very similar people. We have different personalities and different views on things but we both love to learn about certain things and we both love to work together. He has been in computers since the 70s and he worked with me to decide if that would be a good major back in college. We would code together coming up with programs for fun. Mom said That was our version of "throwing the baseball together".

I was a little kid when dad started flying and as a small child, I would hope to hear the magic words "Would you like to go flying?"
We didn't fly together but maybe 10 times over half a dozen years. One time he took me up and I brought this Polaroid camera I had gotten for Christmas. We took off out of Wiley Post in OKC and I snapped this picture in a rented Cherokee 140.

At some point along the way there was a minor incident but scary enough to make him decide it better not to fly anymore.

30 years later, I drive over to his house holding my shirt tail "Dad! I Soloed!!"

I was going to buy a plane and I struggle with this part as a son but I get it as a dad. I wanted to buy a plane.
He said he would get current and get a plane we could both learn to fly together. He bought the TB9 and we flew the hell out of it.

It was sort of a trial I think to see if we both would stick with it and we have. We outgrew that plane and I started working on buying my first plane (I'm so close:) )and he upgraded to the Cirrus which he corrects me and calls "Our plane" any time I refer to it is "Your plane".

These last 4 years of flying have been awesome but the flights with dad are my favorite. My grandfather (Dad's dad) is in the hospital as I type this. He is 90 next week and I hate to type it but I think maybe he is not going home. My dad goes up to visit him and so do I and I think about my dad 30 years from now and how important it is to "Throw the baseball" with him while I can in whatever form that takes being it writing code, flying planes, watching the Dallas cowboys get their azz kicked, etc. Just having something that is ours.

I am lucky beyond anything to be sitting here at almost 40 and have my dad let alone my grandfather (who I flew for the first and likely only time a few short months ago and God I am so glad I got to do that).

I have had a lot of really important flights with specific people that I will remember forever for very specific reasons but flying with my dad is super important to me partly because he and I are pilots. It is something unique we share. Partly because I feel really honored when he says "I haven't flown in awhile and I would like to have you up there with me for a couple flights" Mostly because most kids grow up and don't throw the baseball with their dad anymore. I get to do that still.


I Took both of these photos 30 years apart.

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Bryan wins the Internet for the day!

My Dad is gone, but we had some great flights. I'd call him up and ask, "Hey, you want to go fly?" He never said no, and he'd always show up with a map, a pad of paper and a camera, because there was always a piece of property he wanted to go take a look at, "while we were up." He was 90 years old, for goodness' sake, still hustling land deals.

We flew the day my Mom passed, just rumbled around over east Texas, not saying much.

Miss my Dad a lot. Can't wait to meet yours, Bryan.
 
One of my most memorable days was the time I took my Dad for a ride in the 182.

He had been there when I was doing my first solo in the Champ, at age 16, hiding behind a tree. I didn't learn that until much later.

It wasn't his first time in a small plane. He had flown before, with his brother, Uncle Art, the P-38 pilot, in a J-3 and Art's Stinson Voyager. But it was his first time flying with his son in the left seat. He was beaming and proud, and when I gave him the controls his grin would light up a room. I miss my Dad.

Here's a pic of Uncle Art and my Dad, in front of the family homestead, when they returned from the war.

Dad and Art2.jpg

Edit: Each of those hash stripes on his sleeve denotes 6 months overseas...
 
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I am lucky beyond anything

Dude, you're very lucky. My Dad really didn't have a hobby, except for maybe work. If he wasn't at work, he was at work in the yard or renovating the old house we lived in, always something to work on. No time for frivolous stuff like hobbies or playtime. Growing up we entertained ourselves as our parents had important stuff to do.

My hobbies sprang from inside I suppose, and nobody in my family does the things I like to do.
 
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