A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I lived near a small airport. This has happened more than once in the community surrounding it. One plane hit my friends house. Thankfully no one on the ground was hurt. Another time it hit a trailer community. It looked like a comet went through it. When I was in 9th grade one of my friends and two other boys stole a plane from this airport. They managed to get it off the ground and then crashed, all three died.
My uncle's runway is just across the ball field from our house.
He got his pilot's license when he was sick and the doctor told him he couldn't drive during his treatments to and from Atlanta. It's about a 2 hour trip both ways. So he learned to fly.
He would fly down to the local little airport next to his doctor's office, take a taxi to the doctor and then back to the plane and fly home.
It's really amusing when he takes off or lands during ball games. The whole thing will stop and everyone watches.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
FIL used to have his license until his heart attack.
When I was in England visiting a guy I was dating at the time, he took me to his parents' house for dinner. They lived on a large farm out in the country. Dad was a pilot for British Airways and had not only his own plane, but a grassy landing strip on the farm. Talk about convenience.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
from the eyewitness accounts, it appears he tip-stalled it on approach--too much angle on a low-speed turn--and a jet takes a bit longer to recover thrust than a prop / turboprop
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I lived near a small airport. This has happened more than once in the community surrounding it. One plane hit my friends house. Thankfully no one on the ground was hurt. Another time it hit a trailer community. It looked like a comet went through it. When I was in 9th grade one of my friends and two other boys stole a plane from this airport. They managed to get it off the ground and then crashed, all three died.
WHAT?! That is so sad, but also... what on earth were they planning? That is crazy.
My uncle's runway is just across the ball field from our house.
He got his pilot's license when he was sick and the doctor told him he couldn't drive during his treatments to and from Atlanta. It's about a 2 hour trip both ways. So he learned to fly.
He would fly down to the local little airport next to his doctor's office, take a taxi to the doctor and then back to the plane and fly home.
It's really amusing when he takes off or lands during ball games. The whole thing will stop and everyone watches.
He was too sick to drive, but not too sick to fly?
My uncle's runway is just across the ball field from our house.
He got his pilot's license when he was sick and the doctor told him he couldn't drive during his treatments to and from Atlanta. It's about a 2 hour trip both ways. So he learned to fly.
He would fly down to the local little airport next to his doctor's office, take a taxi to the doctor and then back to the plane and fly home.
It's really amusing when he takes off or lands during ball games. The whole thing will stop and everyone watches.
He was too sick to drive, but not too sick to fly?
My uncle's runway is just across the ball field from our house.
He got his pilot's license when he was sick and the doctor told him he couldn't drive during his treatments to and from Atlanta. It's about a 2 hour trip both ways. So he learned to fly.
He would fly down to the local little airport next to his doctor's office, take a taxi to the doctor and then back to the plane and fly home.
It's really amusing when he takes off or lands during ball games. The whole thing will stop and everyone watches.
He was too sick to drive, but not too sick to fly?
That was my thought too!
There's less traffic, and a LOT LESS "stop and go" driving.
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My uncle's runway is just across the ball field from our house.
He got his pilot's license when he was sick and the doctor told him he couldn't drive during his treatments to and from Atlanta. It's about a 2 hour trip both ways. So he learned to fly.
He would fly down to the local little airport next to his doctor's office, take a taxi to the doctor and then back to the plane and fly home.
It's really amusing when he takes off or lands during ball games. The whole thing will stop and everyone watches.
He was too sick to drive, but not too sick to fly?
That was my thought too!
There's less traffic, and a LOT LESS "stop and go" driving.
Yeah, but that last stop can be a doozy!
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I lived near a small airport. This has happened more than once in the community surrounding it. One plane hit my friends house. Thankfully no one on the ground was hurt. Another time it hit a trailer community. It looked like a comet went through it. When I was in 9th grade one of my friends and two other boys stole a plane from this airport. They managed to get it off the ground and then crashed, all three died.
WHAT?! That is so sad, but also... what on earth were they planning? That is crazy.
Acute terminal stupidity.
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My uncle's runway is just across the ball field from our house.
He got his pilot's license when he was sick and the doctor told him he couldn't drive during his treatments to and from Atlanta. It's about a 2 hour trip both ways. So he learned to fly.
He would fly down to the local little airport next to his doctor's office, take a taxi to the doctor and then back to the plane and fly home.
It's really amusing when he takes off or lands during ball games. The whole thing will stop and everyone watches.
He was too sick to drive, but not too sick to fly?
That was my thought too!
There's less traffic, and a LOT LESS "stop and go" driving.
Yeah, but that last stop can be a doozy!
With a fixed-wing airplane, taking off and flying straight are easy. LANDING is extremely challenging.
Everyone who thinks about flying or taking lessons, should spend a couple of hundred hours using Microsoft Flight Simulator. Pilots have told me it's VERY realistic, and just a bit more difficult than flying the real airplanes.
If you can't land successfully in Flight Simulator, do NOT try it in a real plane.
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" Pro Pilot " is actually the most realistic--depending on your set-up, you can incorporate rudder pedals, an articulating stick or wheel, adjust flaps, trimtabs, etc. and journey to real-life airports around the world--other than the motion of a genuine flight simulator, it is the closest to actually flying the aircraft itself
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He could be home in less than 15 minutes when flying.
Literally at is back door.
His treatments drained him and he couldn't drive for up to two hours but he could make the maybe 15 minute flight fine.
It was strange to me too.
I am not real sure what kind of treatments he was having. I know he had lupus, kidney problems and cancer.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I'm nervous about this. I have a bunch of relatives in the DC area. Guess I'll have to keep searching to find the names. Can't find them in any articles yet.
Most of my relatives are in Rockville or Takoma Park. I have one cousin in Gaithersburg, but she doesn't have small children.
Those poor people. What a way to die.
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I lived near a small airport. This has happened more than once in the community surrounding it. One plane hit my friends house. Thankfully no one on the ground was hurt. Another time it hit a trailer community. It looked like a comet went through it. When I was in 9th grade one of my friends and two other boys stole a plane from this airport. They managed to get it off the ground and then crashed, all three died.
WHAT?! That is so sad, but also... what on earth were they planning? That is crazy.
Acute terminal stupidity.
Drugs. His family was devastated. I think about him every time when I am home and drive past his old house.
He could be home in less than 15 minutes when flying.
Literally at is back door.
His treatments drained him and he couldn't drive for up to two hours but he could make the maybe 15 minute flight fine.
It was strange to me too.
I am not real sure what kind of treatments he was having. I know he had lupus, kidney problems and cancer.
I am surprised he was able to fly with the lupus. A lady in my Zumba class has it and her hands are so messed up.
I guess it affects people differently. I don't know either. About being able to fly. I would think he couldn't because, well, if you shouldn't drive, should you fly?
But he is better now. He still flies.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
There are so many private plane crashes involving pilot error that I wonder if we should make the testing more difficult?! Seems like every few months someone flying their own plane crashes it and takes innocent people with them.
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