You know him? Little guy, skinny, lots of hair sticking out in all directions,
kind of a wild look in his eyes. Older than the hills.
I thought he was amazing. When I met him, he said he had heard about me,
which scared the living shit out of me.
He ran an advertisement in the COPA paper, looking for a pilot with an instrument
rating. Reminded me of this:
He was old, many years ago. He can't
possibly still be alive (and flying).
Everyone I know is dead. That's ok. It's only polite to wait until after someone
dies, to start telling the truth about them.
Actually, not everyone I know is dead. I have met two natural pilots in my life,
and after one of them dies, I can tell you the most incredible tales about what
he did, and how he did it. To call him a flawed individual would be the understatement
of the year, but what incredible hands and feet he has.
PS. I have been accused of being a so-called "natural pilot" and let me tell you,
that's complete bullshit. I have some aptitude, and worked harder at it for longer
than than anyone else, that's all. Motivation is the difference between an amateur
and a professional. Ask Neil Peart.