sunday afternoon comin' down
So, Sunday afternoon I'm taking two of my in-laws flying. More specifically: my wife's brother and his wife, who I'll call Mork and Mindy. My wife is staying behind (she's working), and I suspect it is so that one of us can continue the family in the event that my other brother (not Ben) has failed to do his duty of properly maintaining the avionics in 737GC--the Skyhawk at Tri-State Aero--resulting in the unfortunate but inevitable "flaming glider of death."
Now I'm faced with a predicament. Should I give them a cross-country to some golf-course runway in the middle of Kentucky, or should I just give them a sight-seeing tour of scenic Southern Indiana (if you consider flat squares to be scenic)? I'm thinking something in between, involving a short c/c with a potty break, and keeping in the flat-square scenery. Whatever the case, there aren't any parachutes, so no screwing around. *sniff*
My passengers?
Mork is a veteran Marine who I'm sure has parachuted from an F-18 (or large egg-shaped space capsule?) at Mock 4, as I hear they do in the Marines, but down-to-earth-Mindy seems scared witless about the entire idea. I think I'll have her sit right-seat while Mork rides in the back, first time around. Still gotta finish the weight & balance calculations, though. I plan to use the POH when we get there, but I want to have a rough idea about the moment envelope and whatnot. Is it true that you should always add 10 pounds to how much women tell you they weigh? Mork's 175, but Mindy claims to be 125. So 135? We shall see...
(This idea came about when I attempted to coerce Mindy into bungee-jumping with me, but when she was petrified at the thought, I opted for her more amiable sister. I then proceeded to play on sibling rivalry and convince Mindy that her sister had effectively "one-upped" her, hence the imminent wind beneath our wings...)
dfb
Now I'm faced with a predicament. Should I give them a cross-country to some golf-course runway in the middle of Kentucky, or should I just give them a sight-seeing tour of scenic Southern Indiana (if you consider flat squares to be scenic)? I'm thinking something in between, involving a short c/c with a potty break, and keeping in the flat-square scenery. Whatever the case, there aren't any parachutes, so no screwing around. *sniff*
My passengers?
Mork is a veteran Marine who I'm sure has parachuted from an F-18 (or large egg-shaped space capsule?) at Mock 4, as I hear they do in the Marines, but down-to-earth-Mindy seems scared witless about the entire idea. I think I'll have her sit right-seat while Mork rides in the back, first time around. Still gotta finish the weight & balance calculations, though. I plan to use the POH when we get there, but I want to have a rough idea about the moment envelope and whatnot. Is it true that you should always add 10 pounds to how much women tell you they weigh? Mork's 175, but Mindy claims to be 125. So 135? We shall see...
(This idea came about when I attempted to coerce Mindy into bungee-jumping with me, but when she was petrified at the thought, I opted for her more amiable sister. I then proceeded to play on sibling rivalry and convince Mindy that her sister had effectively "one-upped" her, hence the imminent wind beneath our wings...)
dfb
posted by dfb on Friday, July 22, 2005
3 Comments:
At least you can talk while you are going down. I made sure if everything else goes bad, you can at least here your dear sis'n-law's screaming. he he. Maybe you should try using this to decide: http://earth.google.com ? The poor jarhead probably never set foot in a an F-18...they pound ground, silly. Or is it sand where they are wasting their time and more-valuable-than-civilians lives?
An egg-shaped space capsule? Don't you know jarheads are put together with left-over parts from Navy boot-campers?
Why don't you use my name if Faith or Marie is working the front desk and try to get a discount. Tell them Ron Collins is your daddy, or ex-neighbor, or something.
Maybe you can just put them into the King Air in my hanger and imagine flying to save some money. Just don't mess up the panels that I have all over the deck. Better yet, arrive early and take them to it telling them that this is the plane you are flying and watch them freak out as Mindy will have to sit in the back crapper. Oh oh, I have a good idea: show them the right wing where line crew ran it into a hangar door. That should freak them out enough...
Ah-hah! So we have a second BEOTCH to contend with!
Yeah so I didn't fly--I made a no-go call 'cause of the density altitude, not to mention the load limit was right on the edge and those birds don't have a/c. I opted to reschedule for a less heat-strokey day.
Oh and you should go to the "Roost 2005" in Savannah in November. They have pictures there.
dfb
Let's not talk about Savannah.... Cook 'em...
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