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Touchdown! Greaser!
Because this is awesome
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I don't think it is... judging by the recent graduate mechanical engineers I've worked with in the past few years. Smart kids, some of them, but no practical experience at all.Similar here, but I graduated in '84. Most of my fellow EEs played with electronics as a hobby, and all our desks held breadboards and soldering irons and multimeters, and a few of us even had o-scopes in our rooms. We pretty much breathed electrical engineering. Maybe it's still the same, but I don't really know.
It stopped being cool to get your hands dirty some 10-15 years ago, unfortunately.I don't think it is... judging by the recent graduate mechanical engineers I've worked with in the past few years. Smart kids, some of them, but no practical experience at all.
Wait; that works?Scoring chicks.
Guess I'm the wrong kind of engineer.Yep. Same reason I became an engineer.
I didn't say it works , but I am not giving up yet, because like you (and unlike Half Fast) my engineering degree was useless in that regard.Wait; that works?
Guess I'm the wrong kind of engineer.
Besides; after flying, no money for chicks.
I can only afford one woman and I choose the airplane.I didn't say it works , but I am not giving up yet, because like you (and unlike Half Fast) my engineering degree was useless in that regard.
Well yeah. I mean, that's probably why I'm married. I know that a guy introduced himself to me once when I went somewhere with a club plane and said "I'm married because of that airplane." It allows those of us without any game whatsoever to find a girl we can ignore while we hang out at the airport.Scoring chicks.
I do it BECAUSE there are endless opportunities to learn and improve myself.Honestly, if you look at all the rules and every thing you have to know and learn today I am shocked anyone does it.

It also works the other way 'round (probably better, actually). I only met my husband because of flying, so maybe if you have any single sisters or cousins who complain about not being able to meet guys, suggest they get into flying.Scoring chicks.
As I imagine to be true with any endeavor that tends to draw more males than females, gals at the airport and club do tend to be rather popular.It also works the other way 'round (probably better, actually). I only met my husband because of flying, so maybe if you have any single sisters or cousins who complain about not being able to meet guys, suggest they get into flying.![]()
That is an amazing piece of writing, seriously.Seriously, though, I have never found the equivalent for the experience of flying. When you are in tune with your airplane, it is like a majestic ballet between pilot, machine, and gravity - tranquility, excitement, and skill all wrapped up together. Some of my favorite memories will always include arriving at the airport in the hushed chill of summer dawn - pulling out the plane as the birds announce the cresting sun and keying up the mic to join their announcements on the silent CTAF channel, watching the sun spread light and shadow across the fields and towns some 3000' below, seeing the world start to wake up, beginning to be joined by other pilots from other airports on the shared CTAF that is progressively becoming less silent - and then coming back to homebase with a measure of peace and satisfaction that is impossible to measure.
That is an amazing piece of writing, seriously.
I didn't say it works , but I am not giving up yet, because like you (and unlike Half Fast) my engineering degree was useless in that regard.
Except for the ones that insist on doing an overhead break in a pattern full of students.Pilots are cool
Thank you. They're amazing memories.That is an amazing piece of writing, seriously.
My first thought was, "What else would I do?"Why do people fly?
Is there anything else?

I would never do that. I also would not deny an ATC request.Except for the ones that insist on doing an overhead break in a pattern full of students.
Not really.Why do people fly?
Is there anything else?
Poetry . . . and a book or movie proposal.I have never found the equivalent for the experience of flying. When you are in tune with your airplane, it is like a majestic ballet between pilot, machine, and gravity - tranquility, excitement, and skill all wrapped up together. Some of my favorite memories will always include arriving at the airport in the hushed chill of summer dawn - pulling out the plane as the birds announce the cresting sun and keying up the mic to join their announcements on the silent CTAF channel, watching the sun spread light and shadow across the fields and towns some 3000' below, seeing the world start to wake up, beginning to be joined by other pilots from other airports on the shared CTAF that is progressively becoming less silent - and then coming back to homebase with a measure of peace and satisfaction that is impossible to measure.
Years ago, this question was asked on the old red (AOPA) board. One of the answers from a member of the AOPA staff, was something like "to go fast". I had never considered that, because to me, being able to fly is magical!Poetry . . . and a book or movie proposal.
Flying a light single-seat glider, just fast enough that the pre-stall buffet goes away, in a tight but low angle-of-bank spiral, slowly . . . inside a weak but positive thermal. That is a feeling of true accomplishment. To spend hours going nowhere . . . just back and forth along a ridge with weak lift . . . catching every 100 feet you can 'till you reach Silver Badge altitude . . . that is beyond magical.Years ago, this question was asked on the old red (AOPA) board. One of the answers from a member of the AOPA staff, was something like "to go fast". I had never considered that, because to me, being able to fly is magical!
While watching a lazy stork fly formation with you, barely moving its wingtips.Flying a light single-seat glider, just fast enough that the pre-stall buffet goes away, in a tight but low angle-of-bank spiral, slowly . . . inside a weak but positive thermal.
I didn’t realize there was a choice.Why do people fly?
Is there anything else?
This is why. See the joy on these boys faces? And they’re on the ground.
For millennia, men have dreamed of flight. And we’re some of the fortunate few to “have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings”
Carpe diem.
FTFYEnjoy ‘em while they’re young. Once they reach about 13 they won’t like anything anymore.
There FTEBFY.Enjoy ‘em while they’re young. Then once they reach about 13, buy them a membership in a soaring club.

Yep. I loved airplanes ever since the first time I saw one as a kid.Because I can.
was something like "to go fast".