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Brad
Let's say it happened. The power is out. Everything is out. It's not safe at home anymore. You're one of the few in the country with a fueled up plane sitting in the hangar. You'll hand prop the 46yr old machine if needed.
Each night lately you wake up soaked in sweat. Its the same nightmare every night. No GPS and you are lost. The interstates, large cities and distinct lakes make no sense because you've never actually looked down before! Well that and you have a low wing. Miraculously though you still have your sectionals from your PPL checkride 13yrs ago. And one more thing...hope.
You've been receiving the same message for the past 5 days: A safe zone comprised mainly of attractive young females who know how to hunt and cook. There are also a few millenials who somehow survived the complete crash of the cellular network. Perhaps the last of their generation, they are not expected to make it. We will mourn their loss, but not now.
The survivors are looking for a leader. You are a Pilot. Strike that. You are THE Pilot. Their leader.
There's just one damn problem...that 3 million pound, 40ft wide, electric motor, cable driven, pure steel, forged by MEN of a better age HANGAR DOOR. And no portable generator.
How do you open the door enough to get the plane out?
Each night lately you wake up soaked in sweat. Its the same nightmare every night. No GPS and you are lost. The interstates, large cities and distinct lakes make no sense because you've never actually looked down before! Well that and you have a low wing. Miraculously though you still have your sectionals from your PPL checkride 13yrs ago. And one more thing...hope.
You've been receiving the same message for the past 5 days: A safe zone comprised mainly of attractive young females who know how to hunt and cook. There are also a few millenials who somehow survived the complete crash of the cellular network. Perhaps the last of their generation, they are not expected to make it. We will mourn their loss, but not now.
The survivors are looking for a leader. You are a Pilot. Strike that. You are THE Pilot. Their leader.
There's just one damn problem...that 3 million pound, 40ft wide, electric motor, cable driven, pure steel, forged by MEN of a better age HANGAR DOOR. And no portable generator.
How do you open the door enough to get the plane out?