Have you ever felt the need to pull a fellow airline passenger up by the scruff of the neck and then cold cock them. I mean, punch them right in the mouth? One day flying will be the death of me, both literally and figuratively.
Self described “silver-haired old guy in the left seat,” semi anonymous Captain Dave posts about life within the confines of a “major airline” and the daily foibles, fuck ups, and follies that go with the title of airline Captain. I’m sure Dave is sticking his neck out a bit publishing his candid take on life as a professional airman, and that would explain the anonymity. It would be a silly thing to lose a 30 year career over a blog post.
But he is also loose enough with his language that those with half a brain and the ability to read between lines are able to surmise that Dave flies out of Phoenix for US Air. But that’s about all I’ve been able to figure out, other than he has a hot wife, a passion for motorcycles, the ability to write, and a true love of his chosen career.
For anyone with any interest in aviation, Captain Dave is an interesting read.
Captain Dave has the chops to assemble his prose between two covers and sell it……for money even. That part of the public that can comfortably sit at the local muni on a lazy Saturday and watch propellors turning on GA bug smashers would rip out credit cards and lap it up. He has an image and a job to protect, so it follows suit that he did not choose to publish a comment I made on a recent post.
Dave described hedging his bets based on a preflight that revealed some frost on his Airbus and elected to de ice the plane. Shortly after the 10,000 foot ‘ding,’ three passengers elected to tell the flight attendants that the de icing procedure was unnecessary and had wasted their time.
I guess three dickweeds out of a full passenger load are relatively good odds. There will always be turds in the punchbowl, no matter how brightly the sun is shining. It is unbelievable that someone would have the stones to attempt to tell a professional aircrew engaged in winter ops their business. So unbelievable, in fact, I tossed together a poorly thought out but sincere comment for Captain Dave’s blog. I questioned passenger intelligence in general (been on an airliner lately?), and summed up with my career ending solution for a modicum of satisfaction. I’d select the complainer with the biggest mouth, flip him or her the keys, along with the flight manuals for the Airbus A3219/320 with best wishes for fair winds. Have fun flying the god damn thing yourself.
Then I’d probably call it a career and regret it to no end for some time to follow.
Guess that is why Dave has the flight computers on his right forearm and the gold spaghetti on his jacket cuffs and I do not.
Read him if you are into aviation at all. You won’t regret it.