maybe you should harden the fuck up and have a mans brain that can read in a car
There's literally nothing I can do. Anti-motion sickness meds won't work. It's something to do with the inner ear, but I only remember that from when I scratched off Flight Screening at BritishAerospace in Tamworth after throwing up and filling up bags of vomit every single flight except for one, where I was glorious - FUCKING GLORIOUS - nailing aerial maneuvers and performing clinical circuits (straight 9s) until I very nearly killed the instructor and myself coming in on the final loop of circuits and my 17 year old mind (which already Knew All of Knowledge) decided I Knew Better than the 57 year old instructor with 40,000 hours or something logged (slightly more experienced than my 9) and didn't release the flaps when he told me to do so early because I thought my airspeed was manageable at only 5kts above recommended for that stage of the approach. So I was sticking with the textbook forgetting the part of the textbook that stresses maybe only 5 times every page that the recommendations were mere suggestions under routine conditions blah blah.
He had override switch and I don't know why he didn't override cause he nearly got us killed. I ignored his firm then his firmer then his panicked instruction was unnecessary cause I was already panicking and letting the flaps down because until then, I thought it was all good. We came down really hard. I was going way too fast. I realised I released the flaps way too late and I even admitted this to him saying something idiotic like "too late" as we were about to crash so it's like I effectively said Sorry prior to almost killing him - which, as we all know, is the hardest word to SAY.
He really should have been apologising to me but neither of us were petty enough to play the Blame Game but a crash would have been his fault of course, cause he had override power switch which...I suppose....may have malfunctioned or something cause ahahha
That debrief was SUPER short. "We're alive. Good flight. That's a good day." he said, or something like that. His face was white. I knew all that. I was just embarrassed at bouncing my way down the runway, smashing the nose of the CT4 down hard half a dozen times as the ATC yelled out on radio "Ride 'em cowboy" which I didn't think was very funny at the time but in hindsight is actually quite witty and amusing, I suppose.
But I seriously didn't see what the big deal was. Because everyone was talking about it later, and I'm like "It's not like we crashed or even went off the runway." Years later, when I wrote off my first car, I was able to conceptualise speed and impact for the first time.
As a sidenote, I think computer games are very dark and probably should be banned unless they're educational. There's something very dark about incorrectly framed virtual realities.
You motherfuckers. How did no one suggest audiobooks.
Well if you want something done right, you really have to do it yourself; as I had the courtesy of teaching that British Aerospace instructor back in 1998. I wonder if a 17 year old who's flying light aircraft for the first time has killed him yet.
The military is so insane. It's ridiculous that I was even in their planes.
I was a devilish charming sonofabitch back in those days. I was a real piece of work. 37,000 applicants (allegedly) to military aviation and with an OP6 I bounce how many OP1s/2s/3s for one of 12 seats? Jesus christ, it should have been a scandal. That's just outrageous sociopathic manipulation inducing favouritism right there.
I had some mad creepy skills, boys and girls. Well they only worked on boys. Girls wanted nothing to do with me.
What is your message? Are you just venting tsk tsk? You know the thing about venting is that it merely makes you practised at emotional insanity release. It doesn't address the issue that the stove is firing up the bottom of the kettle and filling it with pressurised steam.
You can vent all you like but until you turn off the stove, you're just going to be blowing hot air into nothingness.
Are we supposed to care about how you feel? Tell us why you imagine that should or could or would ever happen.
Do you look like this?
Mothers get away with traits that come out very hilariously in men that are their mothers' sons.
Hint: It's something to do with what's between their legs and their hoarding it. wink wink
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