Well, I've quit mopping around and I'm going to get on with the rest of my life.
I'm going to try and fight the FAA for a Class three medical certificate.
When I look back on the last few years the only times when I've been truly happy have been sitting at the controls of a Cessna. As I sit here writing this I would rather fly than have sex.
There is nothing like the feeling of sitting at the end of the runway and making the call for departure. Pushing in the throttle kicking right peddle to compensate for the engine torque. Keeping the plane on the center line as lift tries to force the plane into the air before it is ready. Pushing in to force the plane to stay down before making the call to rotate while letting the nose jump into the air. To me there is nothing cooler in the world than this view.
Against the odds, against my better judgment I'm going to chase my dream this year.
I will become a professional pilot. I will walk my true path.
I'm going to scheme my way to getting 250 hours of flight time and grab whatever pilot job I can jump into. Flying pipeline, delivering checks, Aviation photography, dropping meat missiles (skydivers), CFI, whatever. I don't care what. I just know this is what I want to do with my life.
I've done well in IT. I started on the help desk. I clawed my way into UNIX administration, I then moved to SAN support, trade shows and marketing before ending my IT career this year as a very very expensive ITIL SOX and SAN Consultant. I've made close to 3/4 of a million over the last 6 years. (and the Ex-Wife spent every cent of it).
I now find myself looking to spend $25,000-$75,000 to gain 3000 hours of flight time. All of this just for the chance to make $23,000 per year as an American Eagle pilot. The funny part is I would pay them for job if I could.
Just look at this image. is there a cooler office on the planet? I think not.
Up up and away baby.
By hook or by crook I'm gonna go get my happy.
To be frank last year sucked.
macabaret:
thanks i love my new tattoo :-) it's fantastic