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OK - first I want to thank folks for coming to my defense. Although I won't apologize for anything I've posted, I do want to say that the goal has never been to be nasty. A bit smart alecky, sometimes, but never nasty.
With that out of the way, a thought came to mind. Other than the posts to Gordon Baxter, I haven't seen a whole lot about why we're so passionate about this vocation/avocation of ours. Think about the hurdles we have to overcome to become pilots. First, we have to learn how to manipulate the aircraft, then something about why it flies, then what to do in emergencies, and all of the rules we have to know so we can exercise our privileges without causing undue risk to the public, our passengers, and other aircraft and their occupants. To be coldly analytical, what a pain!
So why? What do we find so rewarding that we endure, nay, relish these challenges? For myself, I'll be honest - I like looking out the window, which started with a non-stop flight from O'Hare to Frankfurt on a 707 way back in 1965 (oh, my, where did all of that time go?). I can't say it nearly as well as Lane Wallace, but the things that I have been fortunate enough to see! Secondly, the satisfaction that I get from knowing that I can do this. And, finally, my favorite is to be able to share all of this with new (and not so new) pilots. Just today (well, yesterday) I flew a short round trip flight (47NM each way) with someone who hadn't flown in a couple of years and wanted to brush up on pilotage skills while getting his biennial done - what a rush when he said "That was fun!"
Common sense should always come first.
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