Ah, Friday night....apparently the forces that govern my schedule deemed that I've been having too much fun lately and chose to put me to work from 5-12 pm.
Tonight was a simulator flight...sometimes we have to practice various flying scenarios in a simulated environment. It involves a grossly expensive mock-up of the inside of a helicopter that moves in response to your inputs, and has a TV screen that displays what you might see in the real world...and on the whole looks and feels NOTHING like the real thing. These sessions are typically run by crusty old retired codgers, with a vast wealth of experience, and a uniform hatred of young guys like me, whom they view as cocky, inexperienced fools who need to be put in their place. For this service they are paid an exhorbatant (sp?) lump sum. Tonight, I was teamed up with my buddy Frankie...extremely cool guy from Long Island, NY. Our codger for the evening took an immediate liking to the fact that I hail from California, and proceeded to use the entire 6 hour session to inform me (while I'm concentrating on flying this innane contraption) that everyone from the left side of the country are ignorant, backstabbing, liberals....are the bane of our existence, and need to be taught a few things about values. Its usually at this point that I just shut my trap, nod my head, and take solace in the fact that guys like this have only a few more years left in them to vote.
As a team, Frank and I worked well, and by the end of the night, we had the codger chuckling at our accounts of the stupid things that people have done that ended up requiring our assistance. In the CG, we call it "interference with natural selection." At least we got the old guy off of the subject of liberals.
I can tell you though...when I got home after another Friday night squandered...I felt the need to treat myself to a beer...or four...
Tonight was a simulator flight...sometimes we have to practice various flying scenarios in a simulated environment. It involves a grossly expensive mock-up of the inside of a helicopter that moves in response to your inputs, and has a TV screen that displays what you might see in the real world...and on the whole looks and feels NOTHING like the real thing. These sessions are typically run by crusty old retired codgers, with a vast wealth of experience, and a uniform hatred of young guys like me, whom they view as cocky, inexperienced fools who need to be put in their place. For this service they are paid an exhorbatant (sp?) lump sum. Tonight, I was teamed up with my buddy Frankie...extremely cool guy from Long Island, NY. Our codger for the evening took an immediate liking to the fact that I hail from California, and proceeded to use the entire 6 hour session to inform me (while I'm concentrating on flying this innane contraption) that everyone from the left side of the country are ignorant, backstabbing, liberals....are the bane of our existence, and need to be taught a few things about values. Its usually at this point that I just shut my trap, nod my head, and take solace in the fact that guys like this have only a few more years left in them to vote.
As a team, Frank and I worked well, and by the end of the night, we had the codger chuckling at our accounts of the stupid things that people have done that ended up requiring our assistance. In the CG, we call it "interference with natural selection." At least we got the old guy off of the subject of liberals.
I can tell you though...when I got home after another Friday night squandered...I felt the need to treat myself to a beer...or four...
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It can actually be a lot of fun, sitting back to see how the universe is going to get things to play out...
I can't say that there's any one car that I love more than the others. I attracted to so many different kinds...each with their own character. I'm sure I'll find one at some point...but for now I simply love them all! I'm easy to please that way!
Although, I really do love those early 50's pick-ups. They're so hulking...I think I'd look so ridiculous popping out of the cab of one of those! I'd have to paint it pink though...of course, just to add to the ridiculousness of it!