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    Charter Member #34 Charter Member Dock Holiday's Avatar
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    Grass Is Always Greener......

    Subject: The grass is always greener

    One fine hot summer afternoon saw a Cessna 150 flying in
    the pattern at a quiet country airfield. The instructor was
    getting quite bothered with the student's inability to
    maintain altitude in the thermals and was getting impatient
    at sometimes having to take over the controls. Just then he
    saw a twin engine Cessna 5,000ft above him and thought
    "Another 1,000 hrs of this and I qualify for that twin
    charter job! Aaahh… to be a real pilot.. going

    The Cessna 402 was already late and the boss told him this
    charter was for one of the company's premier clients. He'd
    already set MCT and the cylinders didn't like it in the heat
    of this summer's day. He was at 6,000ft and the winds were
    now a 20kt headwind. Today was the 6th day straight and he
    was pretty damn tired of fighting these engines. Maybe if
    he got 10,000ft out of them the wind might die off... geez
    those cylinder temps! He looked out momentarily and saw a
    B737 leaving a contrail at 33,000ft in the serene blue sky.
    "Oh man" he thought, "My interview is next month. I hope I
    just don't blow it! Outa G/A, nice jet job, above the
    weather... no snotty passengers to wait for.. aahhh."

    The Boeing 737 bucked and weaved in the heavy CAT at FL330
    and ATC advised that lower levels were not available due
    traffic. The Captain, who was only recently advised that his
    destination was below RVR minimums had slowed to LRC to try
    and hold off a possible inflight diversion, and arrange an
    ETA that would helpfully ensure the fog had lifted to CATII
    minima. The Company negotiations broke down yesterday and
    looked as if everyone was going to take a damn pay cut. The
    F/O's will be particularly hard hit as their pay wasn't
    anything to speak of anyway. Finally deciding on a speed
    compromise between LRC and turbulence penetration, the
    Captain looked up and saw Concorde at Mach 2+. Tapping his
    F/O's shoulder as the 737 took another bashing, he said "Now THAT'S what we should
    be on... huge pay ... super fast... not too many routes...
    not too many legs... above the CAT... yep! What a

    FL590 was not what he wanted anyway and considered FL570.
    Already the TAT was creeping up again and either they would
    have to descend or slow down. That damn rear fuel transfer
    pump was becoming unreliable and the F/E had said moments
    ago that the radiation meter was not reading numbers that
    he'd like to see. Concorde descended to FL570 but the
    radiation was still quite high even though the Notam
    indicated hunky dory below FL610. Fuel flow was up and the
    transfer pump was intermittent. Evening turned into night
    as they passed over the Atlantic. Looking up, the F/O could
    see a tiny white dot moving against the backdrop of a myriad
    of stars. "Hey Captain" he called as he pointed. "Must be
    the Shuttle. "The Captain looked for a moment and agreed.
    Quietly he thought how a Shuttle mission, while complicated,
    must be the-be-all-and-end-all in aviation. Above the crap,
    no radiation problems, no damn fuel transfer problems...
    aaah. Must be a great way to earn a buck."

    Discovery was into its 27th orbit and perigee was 200ft out
    from nominated rendezvous altitude with the commsat. The
    robot arm was virtually U/S and a walk may become necessary.
    The 200ft predicted error would necessitate a corrective
    burn and Discovery needed that fuel if a walk was to be
    required. Houston continually asked what the Commander
    wanted to do but the advice they proffered wasn't much help.
    The Commander had already been 12 hours on station sorting
    out the problem and just wanted 10 minutes to himself to
    take a leak. Just then a mission specialist, who had tilted
    the telescope down to the surface for a minute or two,
    called the Commander to the scope. "Have a look at this
    Sir, isn't this the kinda flying you said you wanted to do
    after you finish up with NASA?" The Commander peered through
    the telescope and cried "Ooooohhhhh yeah! Now THAT'S
    flying! Man, that's what its all about! Geez I'd give my
    left nut just to be doing THAT down there!"

    What the Discovery Commander was looking at was a Cessna 150
    in the pattern at a quiet country airfield on a nice bright
    sunny afternoon.

    Boy, I'll tell you...pilots are never happy unless they are
    drinking beer and looking for a better job!

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    Registered Clay Washington's Avatar
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    Dec 2000
    Austin, Texas
    Great story! It applys to boating also.

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    Platinum Member Platinum Member CigDaze's Avatar
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    St. Petersburg, FL
    Good story.
    So true, and applicable across the board.

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