I do recall listening to the Radio news when Stockholm and AndreaDoria married up. Didn't have TV but them radio announcers were pretty good at describing things.
I took a dislike to them helioilleaks when I read how many parts were in the rotor head, each built by the lowest bidder and assembled by a bunch of teenage kids. Add in my propensity to puke in situations where I am subjected to pitch, yaw and roll and my ability to hurl more than my body weight when I go off, I did my best to stay clear of such contraptions. My 201 was well documented by the time I reached Saigon. My personal preference is 2 feet in contact with mother earth.
Actually I had a complete disrespect for air in any role beyond keeping Mr Charles occupied so he didn't have time to mess with me after a small incident riding a 130 into the beautiful hilltop resort to deliver a generator. Loadie had sufficiently soaked me in Skotch from the moment I boarded I was in fine condition when we arrived at the land of terracotta Marines. I had been assured this was a milk run by the Travel Agent. Soon as that 12 cylinder set was connected & producing I was on next flight out. NOT 1 lowlife scummer from USAF bothered to mention there would be no taxi to the anticipated terminal. I was impolitely informed the flying contraption would be just below V1 around 60mph as I recall as the genset drag chute got tosssed by a lowlife, and I could either ride the machine or run down the ramp. I tried opting to stay aboard only to learn they had sufficient manpower to bowl me down the ramp if necesasary.
3 weeks later I got a ride off that mountaintop in a Slick which generously delivered me where I didn't belong or need to go. I have absolutely no faith in transportation by air.
I took a dislike to them helioilleaks when I read how many parts were in the rotor head, each built by the lowest bidder and assembled by a bunch of teenage kids. Add in my propensity to puke in situations where I am subjected to pitch, yaw and roll and my ability to hurl more than my body weight when I go off, I did my best to stay clear of such contraptions. My 201 was well documented by the time I reached Saigon. My personal preference is 2 feet in contact with mother earth.
Actually I had a complete disrespect for air in any role beyond keeping Mr Charles occupied so he didn't have time to mess with me after a small incident riding a 130 into the beautiful hilltop resort to deliver a generator. Loadie had sufficiently soaked me in Skotch from the moment I boarded I was in fine condition when we arrived at the land of terracotta Marines. I had been assured this was a milk run by the Travel Agent. Soon as that 12 cylinder set was connected & producing I was on next flight out. NOT 1 lowlife scummer from USAF bothered to mention there would be no taxi to the anticipated terminal. I was impolitely informed the flying contraption would be just below V1 around 60mph as I recall as the genset drag chute got tosssed by a lowlife, and I could either ride the machine or run down the ramp. I tried opting to stay aboard only to learn they had sufficient manpower to bowl me down the ramp if necesasary.
3 weeks later I got a ride off that mountaintop in a Slick which generously delivered me where I didn't belong or need to go. I have absolutely no faith in transportation by air.
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