What did yo' mama tell you about "if you ain't got nothing nice to say . . .
"?

I was hoping others would "pounce" on your post, and they have.


I'm reminded that being nice to others is a good idea
because it improves your soaring...in the afterlife.

When you lose your medical (i.e. die) you'll either get
phenomenol lift, or lots of immediate sink.

If you get lift, you immediately also get a self-launching
endorsement and the MoP that go with it. From then on
you have so much altitude you never have to circle unless
you feel like it, you can fly above OR below clouds,
your choice, and you don't even have to worry about
cloud clearance (there are no FAA inspectors in heaven).
You are surrounded mostly by tow pilots, wizened
1-26 drivers, and instructors who say "gee, that's
all right, let's try it again, ok?" And you're wing
waviness is less than .002 (whatever that means). :-]

BEEP!


If you get sink, there are hellacious thermals
everywhere, but you can't self launch and there are
NO tow pilots. The omnipresent FAA inspectors make idle
chitchat about the PW-5 before issuing you
your pink slip for misspelling "brunswick toob."
Every power pilot keeps telling you about how
he wouldn't be here if "I'd just followed the damned checklist!"
The Notional Enquirer editor is there, and tells you
your "crew" is about to remarry your former tow pilot,
the one with the 275 foot rope. Several lawyers nearby
say they will take your case if you'll testify
you once had a 2-33 make an uncommanded release.
It's a bijillion degrees, the coffee
is way too hot, and it's about as old as the known universe.
Oh, and you forgot to bring your camelback. :-[

"rec.aviation.soaring - B.S. free since Dec 8, 2003 - 2:06 PM PST"