I remember that time I was so asshurt I sought out a topic that had absolutely nothing to do with me then went to war.
Just kidding, I stick to topics that concern me.
Just kidding, I stick to topics that concern me.
Cool? I literally just said that.
And yet here you are...I remember that time I was so asshurt I sought out a topic that had absolutely nothing to do with me then went to war.
Just kidding, I stick to topics that concern me.
An amusing story about airline stuff. A discussion on taxi speed and company culture. A helo thread jack and jokes. The bitterest non-pilot on this site drops by to let everyone know he doesn't want to be a pilot. Another thread hijacked. But I guess you don't see it that way, moderator.
An amusing story about airline stuff. A discussion on taxi speed and company culture. A helo thread jack and jokes. The bitterest non-pilot on this site drops by to let everyone know he doesn't want to be a pilot. Another thread hijacked. But I guess you don't see it that way, moderator.
It would be great if this thread found its way back to where HAL started it. That was funny, had potential, and started coming off the tracks when the Navy Helo scum ruined it As far as the rest of it...
Don’t go away mad, just go away.And yet here you are...
Happy to be your superlative something.
Alright I’ll start: don’t you hate it when you have four jets lined up behind a P-3 taxiing at 10 knots, then when he gets to the hold short he cancels his taxi clearance (I assume cause the microwave broke) and he has to taxi halfway down the active to get back to his line, knocking the gear out of battery on the way?
In high school my buddy used to do “The Granny,” where you’d drive on a two lane road and slow down and put your turn signal on every time you approached a turn off. He’d almost come to a stop then speed up and turn off his signal. You keep doing that down the road to see how long the person behind lasts. HAL’s story reminds me of that.
When my then-girlfriend-now-wife and I were moving from Pensacola to San Diego, we were on a highway in Utah on our way to Vegas. Some "cool guy" in a top-down Corvette zoomed in front of my wife, then noticed her, went to the left lane and slowed down and started trying to "road flirt" with her I guess. Waving, kissing, winking - you know the drill. He starts playing with her a little bit, totally oblivious to the fact we are moving together. We had walkie-talkies, so we set up a moving roadblock... Two lane highway... Kept speeding up to 80, then we would coast down to 50, 45, 40... speed back up... She'd pull juuuuust a little ahead and he'd tailgate the hell out of her trying to get his opening as he realized what was happening, then I'd do the same and he'd follow. Drove him nuts for about 60 miles until the highway turned into a 4 lane one closer to Vegas. I was cracking up... It was a solidly earned middle finger we received!