Well, this is way off topic, which I’m mostly fine with.
I don’t call that work. Is he “at work” there?
I believe you are suggesting the time spent practicing, leading up to the skills he exhibits, was work.
Sometimes practice can be daunting, so while I refuse to call it “Working the guitar.” I probably know what you’re getting at, and agree it takes perseverance to power through and spend enough time practicing to get any good at a musical instrument.
I am honestly mystified as to why you don't have both an ATP and a PhD.
Is learning theories about yaw control from you and a few other pilots on the internet that actually care about it, then proving them at my age, by flying a few hours in a plane with conventional gear, helpful for getting either of those?
I suppose now’s as good a time as any… Thanks for your part in providing a lot of excellent theoretical flight training I missed in the 1990s when I was actually trying to get a CPL on the weekends weather permitting, flying with instructors that were mostly afraid of conventional gear.
It would have been nice to learn that stuff then. Maybe I learned some but it never stuck.
Getting compliments on landing on the centre line, being told, “Excellent landing.” and “You’re kind of a natural taildragger pilot.” While flying a Citabria this year was nice.
Not enough people mentioned, I should fly more often than three times a month back in the good old days either. That one’s moot now, I usually flew as often as I could afford to. Sometimes more, since I had a credit card.
One of the great injustices of our time, I suppose.
Yeah maybe. Wait a second. Sarcasm, right? You got me.
Stuff alluding to me being extraordinarily lazy.
Probably. Sometimes, I am.
I certainly have a habit of working on the wrong things at the wrong time.
I never enjoyed school. These days I would probably be medicated. I found spelling particularly difficult and sometimes when reading I couldn’t make out a word. Yet I excelled at the English diploma exams. Once they put letters in math, I was sunk.
Entering high school I was going to be an auto body mechanic. The instructors were all guys that had to get out of the trade because they could barely breathe from fumes and dust. One of my best buddies and I decided that was not for us.
At career day in high school I realized I loved airplanes and asked about becoming a pilot. The guidance councillors replied, “Do you have any other ideas? You definitely can’t become a pilot. You have to go to college for that. Your marks are not good enough for college.”
I thought, “Fair enough, I guess I should do something else.”
I sort of finished grade 12, I left with English 33, being 3 credits short of a diploma and went to work at a factory for 3 years.
A few jobs I did there were hard work. I actually didn’t mind that. A few were mostly boring, 98% of the time would be spent watching the product come out of the machine. When something went wrong, like it fell over. Then you got a bit of exercise scrambling, to pick it up to make sure production was not interrupted.
Life was pretty good, I made some money, more than average for a guy just out of high school in YYC at the time. Working steady allowed me to engage in my my main hobbies, buying everything I couldn’t afford before, a nice pickup truck, the first generation Sony CD player for the truck, an RC car, motorcycles, expensive musical equipment, skis, snowboards, race car parts, eating way too much, swapping the engine in my truck, and getting drunk on the weekends. It was pretty fun. Often I could even afford to pay for my broke buddies beer and lunches too. Things were going well until, a co-worker got caught in the machine we ran. First time I ever phoned 911.
I figured I could be next. Time to get out while the getting was good. I quit and planned to grab a little UI, maybe become a rock star. Then because I didn’t have a band and the UI lady was hassling me for quitting. Under the advice of a buddy I started an apprenticeship at around half the wages I had become accustomed to.
On the way to work one day I heard a commercial for a flying school. It said, “Let your career take off with us…”
By that time I think I was taking a night class to complete English 30, which bagged me the 3 credits I was short of getting a diploma. So I called them to inquire about prerequisites and found out I didn’t even need the diploma, let alone go to college to become a pilot.
That’s information I could have used 3 and a half years earlier when I had a decent paying full time job.
Oh well, a few years after that I eventually…
Did chemistry 10, 20 and 30. Math 10 and 20.
Got started on a PPL.
Played in some crappy bands, played in some good bands.
Finished the apprenticeship.
Finished the PPL.
Flew from Chilliwack to Tofino, back to Abbotsford with another PPL.
Flew home from Abbotsford to Springbank solo.
Flew from Springbank to Washington DC and back.
(when you could land at DC national, now Ronald Reagan)
Switched flight training units and sort of trained for a CPL. Destined to fail between test anxiety, sporadic flying and not getting along with the new CFI.
Skip ahead to now. I live on the internet like the lawnmower man. And you say I should get my CPL before I started my PPL. Is your goal to get me to quit flying?