Took a complete stranger flying yesterday. Only know his first name. Still do. We spent an hour doing steeps and stalls and comm maneuvers, and assorted other random fun things in my Vtail.
It only has one yoke. He had it from startup to the turn from base to final. He refused to attempt a landing, even though I offered.
Liability concerns are for people who think they'll live forever, or are greedy with their things and worry about them being taken away. If I kill a stranger and I live -- guess what, they may take all of my stuff away. Boo hoo. I'll go get more stuff.
In the meantime, I made a complete stranger grin for an hour, and now he's got a thing to be excited about that he didn't have yesterday. That's worth something in the cosmic scoreboard I figure.
$0.02
Chick......yes.....dude.....obviously not
ok seriously, in 13 years of certified aviating, I have never carried a single passenger. Not one. Aside from various instructors on instructional flights. So maybe my standards are high
Glad I passed the test!
Glad I passed the test!
I got a ride in a Tiger this way ... oh wait - you already said that ...
I got to fly a Bellanca Viking this way ... traded a few emails on the Viking chat when I was (still am) head over heels crazy in love with the wooden wonder. Guy flew his up to Boulder from Co Springs one time and needed a ride to a job interview. Since I was working in Boulder at the time, I met him at the airport and gave him a ride to his interview and back to the airport, and then flew around for a half hour.
Like any good crack dealer, "your first sample is free"
was it this chick ---->
), and catch a movie (Star Trek, nice!).
My best is still an angel-flight gone wrong.. I had an amusing write-up on BT a few years ago, wish I had saved it.
Oh, wait, it's still there thanks to over-zealous quotings by Dino
(holy cow, that was 5 years ago. Getting old sucks!)
Mike Brannigan wrote:
warning: crude chuckle and facepalm ahead.
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So, Saturday we took on a last-minute angel flight for a fellow who needed to travel from San Diego to Burbank, and then back again. Since weather and "life" has been keeping us out of the angel flight loop for most of this year, my copilot Joanne and I decided to grab the flight. It was to arrive in Burbank no later than 9am, meaning we needed to leave our home field of Hawthorne at 6:45am. The return was at 2pm from Burbank, so we had 5 hours to kill, and used the time to visit the cuban bakery, Porto's (the only good thing in the valley
All 4 legs were to be in the soup, so it was a tranquil flight. Down and back for the first leg was no trouble, and our companion was a nice and chatty kid who had survived a particular heart procedure, and was interviewing to be a camp counselor for similarly afflicted people. We also noted that our friend was "developmentally delayed", or whatever the current euphemism is. This was my first up-close experience with someone so afflicted, and I enjoyed the trip, as the guy had very funny jokes, and was always laughing for some reason. It warmed my heart. He even asked me what happens when my airspeed gets to 240. I said the wings fall off. He laughed and said "uh oh, okay, let's not do that". I concurred.
It was on the return flight from Burbank back to San Diego that we got routed inland east, then south. More soup, no problems, and our friend was quiet in the back -- I assumed he was tired from his interview and travels. I flew the altitudes and vectors, Joanne busied herself about her iPod, and life was good.
I don't know what compelled me to peek in the back on our friend after about 20 minutes.
Here is my kneeboard flight log, and a quick pen-based chat with Joanne about events I discovered to be unfolding in the rear seats.
:shock: :doh: :doh: :doh: :doh:
So a few peeks to the rear from both of us confirmed that, yes, we were helping one of Jerry's kids achieve the solo mile high club. There wasn't anything in the angel flight orientation to cover THIS. We just giggled to ourselves and flew on.
5 minutes later, he was asleep, shirt half-unbuttoned, slumped over the seat. Snoring.
On the ground at montgomery, he popped out of the plane and trundled into Gibbs FBO, where he changed into a spare set of clothes, which he had thoughtfully already packed in his backpack! Apparently this is something he was prepared for.
Luckily, and to the delight of my line clean-up crew, he, er, "packed out" his business in its entirety, and my interior remains unblemished. I'd even fly with him again, but I'd probably grab one of our cessnas to do it in. I can't help but feel a little violated.
I'm gonna stick with cancer patients from now on.
Damn. :doh:
I should NOT have read this at work...was it this chick ---->
Tactical Jets don't count....unless you want to PM me. Just tell me where to show up. Just the fact that you're some guy on the forum that flies jets is enough for me.
My best is still an angel-flight gone wrong.. I had an amusing write-up on BT a few years ago, wish I had saved it.
Oh, wait, it's still there thanks to over-zealous quotings by Dino
(holy cow, that was 5 years ago. Getting old sucks!)
Mike Brannigan wrote:
warning: crude chuckle and facepalm ahead.
==
So, Saturday we took on a last-minute angel flight for a fellow who needed to travel from San Diego to Burbank, and then back again. Since weather and "life" has been keeping us out of the angel flight loop for most of this year, my copilot Joanne and I decided to grab the flight. It was to arrive in Burbank no later than 9am, meaning we needed to leave our home field of Hawthorne at 6:45am. The return was at 2pm from Burbank, so we had 5 hours to kill, and used the time to visit the cuban bakery, Porto's (the only good thing in the valley
All 4 legs were to be in the soup, so it was a tranquil flight. Down and back for the first leg was no trouble, and our companion was a nice and chatty kid who had survived a particular heart procedure, and was interviewing to be a camp counselor for similarly afflicted people. We also noted that our friend was "developmentally delayed", or whatever the current euphemism is. This was my first up-close experience with someone so afflicted, and I enjoyed the trip, as the guy had very funny jokes, and was always laughing for some reason. It warmed my heart. He even asked me what happens when my airspeed gets to 240. I said the wings fall off. He laughed and said "uh oh, okay, let's not do that". I concurred.
It was on the return flight from Burbank back to San Diego that we got routed inland east, then south. More soup, no problems, and our friend was quiet in the back -- I assumed he was tired from his interview and travels. I flew the altitudes and vectors, Joanne busied herself about her iPod, and life was good.
I don't know what compelled me to peek in the back on our friend after about 20 minutes.
Here is my kneeboard flight log, and a quick pen-based chat with Joanne about events I discovered to be unfolding in the rear seats.
:shock: :doh: :doh: :doh: :doh:
So a few peeks to the rear from both of us confirmed that, yes, we were helping one of Jerry's kids achieve the solo mile high club. There wasn't anything in the angel flight orientation to cover THIS. We just giggled to ourselves and flew on.
5 minutes later, he was asleep, shirt half-unbuttoned, slumped over the seat. Snoring.
On the ground at montgomery, he popped out of the plane and trundled into Gibbs FBO, where he changed into a spare set of clothes, which he had thoughtfully already packed in his backpack! Apparently this is something he was prepared for.
Luckily, and to the delight of my line clean-up crew, he, er, "packed out" his business in its entirety, and my interior remains unblemished. I'd even fly with him again, but I'd probably grab one of our cessnas to do it in. I can't help but feel a little violated.
I'm gonna stick with cancer patients from now on.
Damn. :doh:
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..was it this chick ---->
Naw......
I got Go Pro video of the flights...... And of the gals jumping with joy...
She has called several times since and now she brings her best friend, who is even cuter then her......
Geez... Why can't I be 25 again..
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