Im Writing a Book, why not?-Would you read it?
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Originally Posted by GateCrasher,Aug 27 2009, 10:08 AM
I want to be entertained! Bring the mile high stories!
He very well may be. Then again, folks like Zomax & ZX-10 do come to mind.
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It's cool that you have your goals set out to write a book, but you should really think about all the consequences that could possibly happen if this ever goes through, with you future wife being one of them. I'm sure there's a lot of things she doesn't know and are things that I'm sure she doesn't want to know about you either... lol.
Not only that, but even if she does approve of this and does accept that you are sharing these details, how will her family or even yours take to this? That would make one interesting Thanksgiving Dinner experience...
I think at this point it's a matter of what you value more, the potential financial rewards and publicity that could come of this, or the way that you are viewed as a person through the pairs of eyes that love you.
Best of luck though if you do go through with this idea.
Andre
Not only that, but even if she does approve of this and does accept that you are sharing these details, how will her family or even yours take to this? That would make one interesting Thanksgiving Dinner experience...
I think at this point it's a matter of what you value more, the potential financial rewards and publicity that could come of this, or the way that you are viewed as a person through the pairs of eyes that love you.
Best of luck though if you do go through with this idea.
Andre
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Originally Posted by Sogno,Aug 27 2009, 12:24 PM
It appears as though everyone here believes the OP is truly a 28 y/o airline pilot.
He very well may be. Then again, folks like Zomax & ZX-10 do come to mind.
He very well may be. Then again, folks like Zomax & ZX-10 do come to mind.
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Originally Posted by 8kGoodENuff,Aug 27 2009, 03:31 PM
It's cool that you have your goals set out to write a book, but you should really think about all the consequences that could possibly happen if this ever goes through, with you future wife being one of them. I'm sure there's a lot of things she doesn't know and are things that I'm sure she doesn't want to know about you either... lol.
Not only that, but even if she does approve of this and does accept that you are sharing these details, how will her family or even yours take to this? That would make one interesting Thanksgiving Dinner experience...
I think at this point it's a matter of what you value more, the potential financial rewards and publicity that could come of this, or the way that you are viewed as a person through the pairs of eyes that love you.
Best of luck though if you do go through with this idea.
Andre
Not only that, but even if she does approve of this and does accept that you are sharing these details, how will her family or even yours take to this? That would make one interesting Thanksgiving Dinner experience...
I think at this point it's a matter of what you value more, the potential financial rewards and publicity that could come of this, or the way that you are viewed as a person through the pairs of eyes that love you.
Best of luck though if you do go through with this idea.
Andre
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this is good feedback guys, I appreciate it, a lot of the stories about sex where when my girlfriend and I were back and forth, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal, and I will basically attempt to explain in detail such things as what its like once you get hired, and you go off to training, again I am just getting all of my stories together then have my stuck up lawyer sister edit it then see where it goes. Here is a brief excerpt about my time as a Flight Instructor. Again I know the grammar is bad but I am just getting the stuff down. The book will have progression leading up to now I guess, or whatever happens, either way keep the feedback up.
It was the summer of 2005 I was well on my way to meeting the flight time "minimums" of the majority of regional airlines, I was growing tired of Flight instructing and there was only so much more I could take of the Flight School's owner, we will call him, "Mr. Yellow" or more appropriately"Dick". Mr. Yellow was a recently retired pilot for a Major airline and had started the Flight school 30 years ago. It appeared to all of us who worked at the flight school that it was more a pain in the ass to Mr Yellow to run the flight school than a source of income, but never the less he was always there and had developed some interesting techniques of weeding out certain prospective students. Dick made it mandatory for all prospective students to Interview with him before he would allow them to start training at his school, which always lead to some pretty funny moments, it was like nothing I had ever seen before. On a weekly basis people would storm out of the flight school calling Mr Yellow names such as "****ing whackjob, or washed up douchebag". Truth be told he was a bit rough around the edges but to this day I have never come across anyone who knows more about aviation and airlines than him, nut job or not. Mr Yellow was the typical 70's airline pilot, Ridiculously long sideburns, raspy voice, impatient, foul mouthed and new everything, he also had a Flight attendant wife who was 25 years younger than him. Mr. Yellow knew that most of the Flight instructors were only there to build time, when we slowly left one by one, he would tell us how the airline we were leaving him for was a "snake shit operation" and he had more time than all the pilots at that particular airline, and how it was a huge mistake to leave. During your time as a flight instructor the majority of the students were wealthy businessmen or people who had no interest in flying anything larger than a Single-Engine Cessna 172. The only problem with that was, the airlines wanted "multi-engine" experience, well the twin engine airplane we had at our flight school was not only a few hundred dollars an hour to rent, but we were never really allowed to do any "time building in it" basically he had us by the balls, paid us $14.00/hr and it cost just north of $300hr/hr for multi-engine time, at that rate we would have been there for ten years before we moved on. As eager young instructors we could sit there and hope to maybe get an hour or two every few months by instructing, or we could get of our asses and do the sensible thing, find a cheaper place to rent the airplane...........so off to some other "snake shit operation" we went. The airplanes were ratty, and the flight school was no gem, but the price was fair and the hours looked good on our resumes, we had no choice, we all did it, some more discreet than others, which leads me to one of the finer moments I experienced at my tenor at this particular flight school.
Every now and then Mr Yellow had an "instructor" meeting, usually it was to berate us, or to reinforce the fact that we knew very little about flying airplanes and should be privileged to be working under the one they call "Mr. Yellow". This meeting was different, Mr Yellow storms in with a block of cheese, it was either chedder or provolone, but either way we had no idea why he was holding it. Mr yellow looked at me and asked if I knew what is was, I replied, "It looks like Cheese..............."we all looked at each other thinking he had finally gone senile. You have to remember,this was not your typical 60 year old guy, his sideburns were right out of the 70's,every other word out of his mouth was **** or shit, and I believe he had triple bypass surgery multiple times, he was an intense individual, he had passion, or maybe like so many people assumed he was just a ****ing nut job. He then calmed down just enough to ask one of the other instructors if he knew what kind of animals eat cheese, well this instructor either being half a moron or seriously ill-informed said, "a horse sir", without a moments delay, Mr Yellow says, "what are ya? ****ing stupid?", again he says, "what kind of animal eats ****in cheese", hoping to get out of there I whisper "Rat", then as if I triggered something, he says, "that's ****ing right, a ****ing rat", and threw the block of cheese like only a nut job 60yr old man could, his body flailing and spit coming out of his mouth every which way, it was brilliant, I was in awe. The cheese hits the wall bounces off an instructor and lands on the table, still maintaining its wedge shape. After Mr Yellow regroups himself he says, "that ****in rat Brian is not working here anymore, that piece of shit rat can go teach at that snake shit operation over there at Lincoln park, You guys want to go fly their ****ing airplanes than get the **** outta here I dont need ya", and like that he was gone and what was left was a room full of instructors and a block of $6.00 cheese. This was Mr Yellow, he made no apologies, was at times an asshole, but still somewhat admirable. Looking back I learned more from him in that year than I have through multiple training cycles at the airlines. He was rough around the edges but the type of guy that could fly an airplane with only one wing and be more than willing to show you how. To this day I meet pilots from all over who know the legend that is Mr Yellow.
It was the summer of 2005 I was well on my way to meeting the flight time "minimums" of the majority of regional airlines, I was growing tired of Flight instructing and there was only so much more I could take of the Flight School's owner, we will call him, "Mr. Yellow" or more appropriately"Dick". Mr. Yellow was a recently retired pilot for a Major airline and had started the Flight school 30 years ago. It appeared to all of us who worked at the flight school that it was more a pain in the ass to Mr Yellow to run the flight school than a source of income, but never the less he was always there and had developed some interesting techniques of weeding out certain prospective students. Dick made it mandatory for all prospective students to Interview with him before he would allow them to start training at his school, which always lead to some pretty funny moments, it was like nothing I had ever seen before. On a weekly basis people would storm out of the flight school calling Mr Yellow names such as "****ing whackjob, or washed up douchebag". Truth be told he was a bit rough around the edges but to this day I have never come across anyone who knows more about aviation and airlines than him, nut job or not. Mr Yellow was the typical 70's airline pilot, Ridiculously long sideburns, raspy voice, impatient, foul mouthed and new everything, he also had a Flight attendant wife who was 25 years younger than him. Mr. Yellow knew that most of the Flight instructors were only there to build time, when we slowly left one by one, he would tell us how the airline we were leaving him for was a "snake shit operation" and he had more time than all the pilots at that particular airline, and how it was a huge mistake to leave. During your time as a flight instructor the majority of the students were wealthy businessmen or people who had no interest in flying anything larger than a Single-Engine Cessna 172. The only problem with that was, the airlines wanted "multi-engine" experience, well the twin engine airplane we had at our flight school was not only a few hundred dollars an hour to rent, but we were never really allowed to do any "time building in it" basically he had us by the balls, paid us $14.00/hr and it cost just north of $300hr/hr for multi-engine time, at that rate we would have been there for ten years before we moved on. As eager young instructors we could sit there and hope to maybe get an hour or two every few months by instructing, or we could get of our asses and do the sensible thing, find a cheaper place to rent the airplane...........so off to some other "snake shit operation" we went. The airplanes were ratty, and the flight school was no gem, but the price was fair and the hours looked good on our resumes, we had no choice, we all did it, some more discreet than others, which leads me to one of the finer moments I experienced at my tenor at this particular flight school.
Every now and then Mr Yellow had an "instructor" meeting, usually it was to berate us, or to reinforce the fact that we knew very little about flying airplanes and should be privileged to be working under the one they call "Mr. Yellow". This meeting was different, Mr Yellow storms in with a block of cheese, it was either chedder or provolone, but either way we had no idea why he was holding it. Mr yellow looked at me and asked if I knew what is was, I replied, "It looks like Cheese..............."we all looked at each other thinking he had finally gone senile. You have to remember,this was not your typical 60 year old guy, his sideburns were right out of the 70's,every other word out of his mouth was **** or shit, and I believe he had triple bypass surgery multiple times, he was an intense individual, he had passion, or maybe like so many people assumed he was just a ****ing nut job. He then calmed down just enough to ask one of the other instructors if he knew what kind of animals eat cheese, well this instructor either being half a moron or seriously ill-informed said, "a horse sir", without a moments delay, Mr Yellow says, "what are ya? ****ing stupid?", again he says, "what kind of animal eats ****in cheese", hoping to get out of there I whisper "Rat", then as if I triggered something, he says, "that's ****ing right, a ****ing rat", and threw the block of cheese like only a nut job 60yr old man could, his body flailing and spit coming out of his mouth every which way, it was brilliant, I was in awe. The cheese hits the wall bounces off an instructor and lands on the table, still maintaining its wedge shape. After Mr Yellow regroups himself he says, "that ****in rat Brian is not working here anymore, that piece of shit rat can go teach at that snake shit operation over there at Lincoln park, You guys want to go fly their ****ing airplanes than get the **** outta here I dont need ya", and like that he was gone and what was left was a room full of instructors and a block of $6.00 cheese. This was Mr Yellow, he made no apologies, was at times an asshole, but still somewhat admirable. Looking back I learned more from him in that year than I have through multiple training cycles at the airlines. He was rough around the edges but the type of guy that could fly an airplane with only one wing and be more than willing to show you how. To this day I meet pilots from all over who know the legend that is Mr Yellow.
