SkyHog
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Everything Offends Me
Today, my friend Brian and I were going to fly to Santa Rosa to see if we could find a restaurant to eat lunch at.
I was expecting occasional light turbulence, and I explained that to Brian as we drove to the airport. Everything seemed ok with him. As soon as we lifted off, he grabbed the armrest and turned ghost white. I looked at him and asked if he was alright, and offered him a barf bag.
"I'm deathly afraid of flying," he said.
He never mentioned that to me before, and he seemed excited about the flight up until then. We continued after he said he would be ok. After about the 6th time he asked "Am I going to be OK?." we hit a small bit of turbulence that really whipped the airplane.
"Do you want to go back, Brian?" I asked? "Yes, as long as you don't think I'm a sissy."
Well, of course I don't think he's a sissy, and I told him that. We turned around, and headed back to Double Eagle. I got abeam the numbers, and pulled the power back to start my descent.
"What are you doing, man??" he freaked out on me. I explained that in order to land, we have to slow down and descend. To make him feel better, I added a little bit of power so that the engine sounded fuller.
We were a bit high on final, and to avoid freaking him out more, I avoided slipping it down, and instead came in pretty steeply, the plane we had had 40 degree of flaps anyways. For some reason, that did not bug him at all, and when we touched down, he got really excited and thanked me like 20 times.
I'm thinking he's not gonna be the next pilot here in Albuquerque. I really don't think he's a sissy, either. Flying is not fun for everyone I guess.
I was expecting occasional light turbulence, and I explained that to Brian as we drove to the airport. Everything seemed ok with him. As soon as we lifted off, he grabbed the armrest and turned ghost white. I looked at him and asked if he was alright, and offered him a barf bag.
"I'm deathly afraid of flying," he said.
He never mentioned that to me before, and he seemed excited about the flight up until then. We continued after he said he would be ok. After about the 6th time he asked "Am I going to be OK?." we hit a small bit of turbulence that really whipped the airplane.
"Do you want to go back, Brian?" I asked? "Yes, as long as you don't think I'm a sissy."
Well, of course I don't think he's a sissy, and I told him that. We turned around, and headed back to Double Eagle. I got abeam the numbers, and pulled the power back to start my descent.
"What are you doing, man??" he freaked out on me. I explained that in order to land, we have to slow down and descend. To make him feel better, I added a little bit of power so that the engine sounded fuller.
We were a bit high on final, and to avoid freaking him out more, I avoided slipping it down, and instead came in pretty steeply, the plane we had had 40 degree of flaps anyways. For some reason, that did not bug him at all, and when we touched down, he got really excited and thanked me like 20 times.
I'm thinking he's not gonna be the next pilot here in Albuquerque. I really don't think he's a sissy, either. Flying is not fun for everyone I guess.