So, what is your dream flying job?
Me, I'd love to be based in Southern Calif (pasadena), flying famous and important people around in a G-V or similar a/c. Mostly domestic and transborder flying, with the odd int'l flight to Europe.
Chris.
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"Never travel faster than your guardian angel can fly." - Mother Theresa
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Check out the thread "Caribbean" - flying a Dash 8 in sandals and a baseball cap!! Pass the Pina Colada please.....................aaahhh dream on. Excuse me I just have to go out and scrape all the ice off my car!
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You have GOT to be joking - cause if you aren't you have managed to finally offend this pretty easy going lady pilot. I dont like to bite but consider yourself bitten!
You have GOT to be joking - cause if you aren't you have managed to finally offend this pretty easy going lady pilot. I dont like to bite but consider yourself bitten!
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"I dont like to bite but consider yourself bitten! "
Woah there N.G....
Çareful, he might like it....
You just never know with some of these types.
Cat
Woah there N.G....
Çareful, he might like it....
You just never know with some of these types.
Cat
The hardest thing about flying is knowing when to say no
After over a half a century of flying no one ever died because of my decision not to fly.
After over a half a century of flying no one ever died because of my decision not to fly.
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SATISFACTION
COMMENTARY. Whether they fly a Skylane, a Boeing or the Space Shuttle, all airmen are bound inextricably together by a common love of flight.)
One fine hot summer's afternoon saw a Cessna 182 flying jumpers at a quiet country drop zone. The jump pilot was getting quite bothered with one student's inability to get out on the strut and was getting impatient at the jumpmaster for not just kicking the student out of the plane. Just then he saw a twin engine Cessna 5,000 feet above him and thought "Another 500 hours of this and I have a chance at that twin charter job! Aaahh...to be a real pilot...going somewhere!"
The Cessna 402 was already late and the boss told him this charter was for one of the Company's premier clients. He'd already set MCT and the cylinders didn't like it in the heat of this Summer's day. He was at 6,000 feet and the winds were now a 20-knot headwind. Today was his 6th day straight and he was pretty damn tired. Maybe if he got 10,000 feet out of them the wind might die off...geez those cylinder temps! He looked out momentarily and saw a B737 leaving a contrail at 33,000 feet in the serene blue sky. "Oh man," he thought. "My interview is next month. I hope I just don't blow it! Outta G/A, nice jet job, above the weather...no snotty passengers to wait for...aahhh."
The Boeing 737 bucked and weaved in the heavy CAT at FL330 and ATC advised that lower levels were not available due to traffic. The Captain, who was only recently advised that his destination was below RVR minimums had slowed to LRC to try and hold off a possible in-flight diversion, and arrange an ETA that would helpfully ensure the fog had lifted at least to CAT II minima. The Company negotiations broke down yesterday and it looked as if everyone was going to take a damn pay cut. The F/O's will be particularly hard hit as their pay wasn't anything to speak of anyway. Finally deciding on a speed compromise between LRC and turbulence penetration, the Captain looked up and saw a Concorde at Mach 2. Tapping his F/O's shoulder as the 737 book another bashing, he said, "Now that's what we should be on...huge pay packet...super fast...not too many routes...not too many sectors...above the CAT...yep! What a life...!"
FL590 was not what he wanted anyway and considered FL570. Already the TAT was creeping up again and either they would have to descend or slow down. That damn rear fuel transfer pump was becoming unreliable and the F/E had said moments ago that the radiation meter was not reading numbers that he'd like to see. Concorde descended to FL570 but the radiation was still quite high even though the Notam indicated hunky dory below FL610. Fuel flow was up and the transfer pump was intermittent. Evening turned into night as they passed white dot moving against the backdrop of a myriad of stars. "Hey Captain," he called as he pointed. "Must be the Shuttle." The Captain looked for a moment and agreed. Quietly he thought how a Shuttle mission, whilst complicated, must be the be all and end all in aviation. Above the crap, no radiation problems, no damn fuel transfer problems.. aahh. Must be a great way to earn a quid.
Discovery was into its 27th orbit and perigee was 200 feet out from nominated rendezvous altitude with the commsat. The robot arm was virtually U/S and a walk may become necessary. The 200 feet predicted error would necessitate a corrective burn and Discovery needed that fuel if a walk was to be required. Houston continually asked what the Commander wanted to do but the advice they proffered wasn't much help. The Commander had already been 12 hours on station sorting out the problem and just wanted 10 bloody minutes to himself to take a leak. Just then a mission specialist, who had tilted the telescope down to the surface for a minute or two, called the Commander to the scope. "Have a look at this Sir, isn't this the kinda flying you said you wanted to do after you finish up with NASA?" The Commander peered through the telescope and cried "Ooooohhhhh yeah! Now that's flying! Man, that's what it's all about! Geez, I'd give my left nut just to be doing that down there!"
What the Discovery Commander was looking at was a Cessna 182 flying circuits and a jumper descending under canopy at a quiet country drop zone on a nice bright sunny
SATISFACTION
COMMENTARY. Whether they fly a Skylane, a Boeing or the Space Shuttle, all airmen are bound inextricably together by a common love of flight.)
One fine hot summer's afternoon saw a Cessna 182 flying jumpers at a quiet country drop zone. The jump pilot was getting quite bothered with one student's inability to get out on the strut and was getting impatient at the jumpmaster for not just kicking the student out of the plane. Just then he saw a twin engine Cessna 5,000 feet above him and thought "Another 500 hours of this and I have a chance at that twin charter job! Aaahh...to be a real pilot...going somewhere!"
The Cessna 402 was already late and the boss told him this charter was for one of the Company's premier clients. He'd already set MCT and the cylinders didn't like it in the heat of this Summer's day. He was at 6,000 feet and the winds were now a 20-knot headwind. Today was his 6th day straight and he was pretty damn tired. Maybe if he got 10,000 feet out of them the wind might die off...geez those cylinder temps! He looked out momentarily and saw a B737 leaving a contrail at 33,000 feet in the serene blue sky. "Oh man," he thought. "My interview is next month. I hope I just don't blow it! Outta G/A, nice jet job, above the weather...no snotty passengers to wait for...aahhh."
The Boeing 737 bucked and weaved in the heavy CAT at FL330 and ATC advised that lower levels were not available due to traffic. The Captain, who was only recently advised that his destination was below RVR minimums had slowed to LRC to try and hold off a possible in-flight diversion, and arrange an ETA that would helpfully ensure the fog had lifted at least to CAT II minima. The Company negotiations broke down yesterday and it looked as if everyone was going to take a damn pay cut. The F/O's will be particularly hard hit as their pay wasn't anything to speak of anyway. Finally deciding on a speed compromise between LRC and turbulence penetration, the Captain looked up and saw a Concorde at Mach 2. Tapping his F/O's shoulder as the 737 book another bashing, he said, "Now that's what we should be on...huge pay packet...super fast...not too many routes...not too many sectors...above the CAT...yep! What a life...!"
FL590 was not what he wanted anyway and considered FL570. Already the TAT was creeping up again and either they would have to descend or slow down. That damn rear fuel transfer pump was becoming unreliable and the F/E had said moments ago that the radiation meter was not reading numbers that he'd like to see. Concorde descended to FL570 but the radiation was still quite high even though the Notam indicated hunky dory below FL610. Fuel flow was up and the transfer pump was intermittent. Evening turned into night as they passed white dot moving against the backdrop of a myriad of stars. "Hey Captain," he called as he pointed. "Must be the Shuttle." The Captain looked for a moment and agreed. Quietly he thought how a Shuttle mission, whilst complicated, must be the be all and end all in aviation. Above the crap, no radiation problems, no damn fuel transfer problems.. aahh. Must be a great way to earn a quid.
Discovery was into its 27th orbit and perigee was 200 feet out from nominated rendezvous altitude with the commsat. The robot arm was virtually U/S and a walk may become necessary. The 200 feet predicted error would necessitate a corrective burn and Discovery needed that fuel if a walk was to be required. Houston continually asked what the Commander wanted to do but the advice they proffered wasn't much help. The Commander had already been 12 hours on station sorting out the problem and just wanted 10 bloody minutes to himself to take a leak. Just then a mission specialist, who had tilted the telescope down to the surface for a minute or two, called the Commander to the scope. "Have a look at this Sir, isn't this the kinda flying you said you wanted to do after you finish up with NASA?" The Commander peered through the telescope and cried "Ooooohhhhh yeah! Now that's flying! Man, that's what it's all about! Geez, I'd give my left nut just to be doing that down there!"
What the Discovery Commander was looking at was a Cessna 182 flying circuits and a jumper descending under canopy at a quiet country drop zone on a nice bright sunny
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I flew for the last few years for a Fortune 10 company that had G-V's based in San Fran. I didn't have the pleasure of flying them, but the crews for them gave me the lowdown. Show up the day before to verify customs, hotels, flight plans, flight authorizations, etc. Fly on a commercial airline to Paris, overnight, replace crew arriving the following morning, fly somewhere in Africa, arrange protection and fencing for aircraft, go to shitty hotel (aka your new home for the next week), check on ac every day while making sure to eat snacks, drink clean water and watch a DVD. Pay for fuel and other services with the large amount of US dollars you have been hiding in your underwear. Ensure passengers are enjoying their stay. Call wife to say that you will be home in three days. Fly to Russia. Repeat all of the above. Call wife to say you are sorry for the diversion but that you will be home soon. Fly to Paris. Stay in hotel overnight. Fly commercial home. Take day off. Repeat.
Sure, some flights were from SF to NY overnightnight, but really, whoopee.
Remember, an aircraft has the capabilities and equipment it has because of the job it has to do, not to help the pilots out. This is true from a 185 to a 777.
Find what is valuable to you. Salary, equipment, days off, location, crewmembers, etc. Everyones ideal job is different.
Sure, some flights were from SF to NY overnightnight, but really, whoopee.
Remember, an aircraft has the capabilities and equipment it has because of the job it has to do, not to help the pilots out. This is true from a 185 to a 777.
Find what is valuable to you. Salary, equipment, days off, location, crewmembers, etc. Everyones ideal job is different.
Airspray or Conair. Either bird dog or tankers. Either way, the best flying to be had in civil aviation, in my opinion.
Someday. . .
But hey, as long as I'm dreaming anyway, how about being a test pilot at Scaled Composites? Good way to pass the winters waiting for the next fire season. I think I could get used to that arrangement!
Someday. . .
But hey, as long as I'm dreaming anyway, how about being a test pilot at Scaled Composites? Good way to pass the winters waiting for the next fire season.
I think I could get used to that arrangement!
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Understanding begets harmony; in seeking the first you will find the last.
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Flying a Gulfstream 5 for Ectasy AIR, Charters to CUN etc, with strippers as flight attendants. This actually exists
Flying with a jerk like you would have me concentrating real hard on the job at hand cause it sure doesn't sound like you are in aviation for the flying.
I am sure that all the flight attendants of the world would love to hear your opinion on how they can best perform their duties for Captain Hun in the Sun!!!!!!!!!!
Flying with a jerk like you would have me concentrating real hard on the job at hand cause it sure doesn't sound like you are in aviation for the flying.
I am sure that all the flight attendants of the world would love to hear your opinion on how they can best perform their duties for Captain Hun in the Sun!!!!!!!!!!
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I guess I've got too much time on my hands Red! Highly strong aint a comment I've had used about me before. So maybe you are right , and I overreacted, that happens I guess when its -30 outside and dark all the time!! I can usually handle pilots with attitudes about other pilots - I am a bit sensitive if it flows over to flight attendants as well thats all.
So.......I'll take a chill pill here.
Back to the thread - how about flying a beaver on floats in a flowery shirt in FIJI for a great job????
So.......I'll take a chill pill here.
Back to the thread - how about flying a beaver on floats in a flowery shirt in FIJI for a great job????
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N.G., did Turtle Airways trade in their 206's for Beavers?
You are not out of line by being annoyed at sexist remarks posted for no good reason......
...but you have to understand that we as male animals sometimes think with the wrong head.
Cat
You are not out of line by being annoyed at sexist remarks posted for no good reason......
...but you have to understand that we as male animals sometimes think with the wrong head.
Cat
The hardest thing about flying is knowing when to say no
After over a half a century of flying no one ever died because of my decision not to fly.
After over a half a century of flying no one ever died because of my decision not to fly.
Well said, and considering what you do for a living, hardly surprising, DR. Good on ya. It's nice to hear someone who's truly happy with what they do, in the here and now.Driving Rain wrote:I can't imagine a job in aviation better than the one I have now. Even after 24 years on the job I still love going to work.
Understanding begets harmony; in seeking the first you will find the last.
