Seen on the street in Kyiv.

Words of Advice:

"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne

“The Mob takes the Fifth. If you’re innocent, why are you taking the Fifth Amendment?” -- The TOFF *

"Foreign Relations Boil Down to Two Things: Talking With People or Killing Them." -- Unknown

“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie

"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad

"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown

"Stay Strapped or Get Clapped." -- probably not Mr. Rogers

"The Dildo of Karma rarely comes lubed." -- Unknown

"Eck!" -- George the Cat

* "TOFF" = Treasonous Orange Fat Fuck, A/K/A Dolt-45,
A/K/A Commandante (or Cadet) Bone Spurs,
A/K/A El Caudillo de Mar-a-Lago, A/K/A the Asset., A/K/A P01135809

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

In the No-Fly Zone

Astute readers of this blog may have noticed that I haven't written about flying since last year. If you've realized that and you read the previous post, then you probably have put two and two together.

Which is this: Last winter, I developed a medical condition. I am fine, now, mostly. The specialist regards me as a "textbook success story". I can go about my everyday life without any indication to any casual observer that I've got what I have.

With one exception: I cannot act as pilot-in-command of a powered aircraft.

One thing I have learned from going to sea and then well over a thousand hours of flying is that there is nothing to be gained from wringing hands and moaning over how one has gotten into a given situation. This is not the same as learning a lesson from having gotten into a situation.[1] When you're in a situation, you ignore all of that background noise and do what needs must.

Anyway, if you'd be interested in a four-place taildragger that's a solid flying airplane, but no beauty, scroll down, find my email address and drop me a line.
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[1] In this case, the cause is "idiopathic", which is medicalese for "we haven't got a fucking clue as to why."

7 comments:

The New York Crank said...

Friend of mine developed diabetes some years ago. And he's now 81. And he still flies (mostly Tri Pacers, I think.) The FAA, or whoever makes the rules, requires him to go up with a certified instructor as co-pilot. Which he does. Every weekend. It costs more, but it's not the end of the road.

Crankily,
The New York Crank

Borepatch said...

Well, that's a bummer - but glad your treatment came out this way.

CenterPuke88 said...

Truely sorry to hear that, Comrade. I'm not entirely clear if I could use the self-certify option due to the way my professional AME visits go, so have been earthbound for years too. Can you function as a "safety" pilot, perchance?

dinthebeast said...

I lost my driver's license when I had my stroke, so I can relate.

-Doug in Oakland

Comrade Misfit said...

NYC, I know of other people who have done that. My path is to make a clean break with it.

CP88, I'm not sure if I can do that.

w3ski said...

Not much I can add but it makes me feel bad for you. I am sorry.
w3ski

bearsense said...

Broke my heart (and dreams) when the diagnosis of "possible Macular Degeneration" made it virtually impossible to maintain even a Class III medical (renew every six months); let alone a Class II.
Made the "clean break" also, but every now and then .................

Sorry to hear the news