tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12452759.post1644516935633676635..comments2024-03-22T07:12:47.560-07:00Comments on Pitchpull: Forty-Two Years of Pulling PitchGreybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11919862790973521778noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12452759.post-35735616979434032332010-02-01T20:35:10.687-08:002010-02-01T20:35:10.687-08:00I agree with you 100%...it's not the hours tha...I agree with you 100%...it's not the hours that make a pilot...it's the piloting.<br /><br />I drive heavy metal to the tune of 800 or so hours a year, and although there are some moments of exhilaration where I earn every penny, I spend a lot of time turning the LNAV dial and worrying about fuel savings.<br /><br />I only accumulated 1800 hours or so in 9 years of USAF flying in A-10's...but nearly every hour was stick and rudder time. Best flying of my career.<br /><br />Enjoy what you've got. Fair skies!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12452759.post-46301338758390972962010-02-01T09:22:10.611-08:002010-02-01T09:22:10.611-08:00Here's what I think the difference is:
You...Here's what I think the difference is:<br /><br />You're still flying.<br /><br />He's predominantly detached. It's aluminum flying aluminum. Yes, of course, dangerous and complicated. But he's detached by many levels. On the other hand, it's something he must enjoy or he wouldn't be doing it, yes?<br /><br />I submit you're still in a bit of the leather helmet and rippling scarf days. The ground is RIGHT THERE and always will be. You have an instant respect for its hardness. You can see the ground and you can smell it. You can see its colors. The air has its own smell as well; its breezes move you. You have to read its temper, judge its clouds, understand its mien from not just day to day, but hour to hour and, literally, minute to minute.<br /><br />I don't fly. My Dad did. He was an 8th AF B-17G command pilot in England. <br /><br />That's my take.<br /><br />BZBloviating Zeppelinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01359816456769157176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12452759.post-69095859490525627102010-01-30T20:49:28.748-08:002010-01-30T20:49:28.748-08:00For your sake I hope the answer is somewhere withi...For your sake I hope the answer is somewhere within those 42 years of yours and it's positive.<br />I have 30 years behind the motion picture camera. It all passes quickly. But oh what we have seen!<br />Money was secondary, still is.<br />The journey continues!camerapilothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15816353137732112085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12452759.post-27530426814510364272010-01-30T12:45:41.752-08:002010-01-30T12:45:41.752-08:0042 years...amazing. By the way, I'm not afraid...42 years...amazing. By the way, I'm not afraid to be flown...but I'm terrified to fly.Marathon Pundithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05994493157706065371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12452759.post-33988013861659431922010-01-30T05:31:39.614-08:002010-01-30T05:31:39.614-08:00Interesting post, but be careful when you use one ...Interesting post, but be careful when you use one metric (he's paid much, much more) to compare the value of the job. Why are congressmen paid more than soldiers, they are both in public service? Instead we define value by what it is worth to our employers and what it is worth to us.ddfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13302371912038013929noreply@blogger.com