karl gruber wrote:
The worse the weather the better to him. No day flights and we never needed
a hood. God bless his soul, he used to say, "God hates cowards," and then
we'd launch. He did have his own methods, and this was decades ago.



I was riding along as copilot in a Cheyenne one fine summer day and we were
advised that the airliners were diverting from Ft. Lauderdale because of
turbulence associated with scattered cells all around the airport. My chief
pilot had a similar attitude to yours: never say "die".

He accepted the ILS approach and promply flew us into a cell. As we were
bouncing around wildly, he says to me: "Why am I working so hard? Here, you
fly it."

Thanks a lot, Jim.

I flew it and managed to get down on the ground in one piece, although the
little chain that held down my necktie broke as my tie flapped in my face a few
times.

Once we were there, he told the guy we were picking up we needed to wait a
little bit for weather before we left again. I guess the passenger wasn't as
brave as the two of us. G




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Mortimer Schnerd, RN
mschnerdatcarolina.rr.com