pacplyer

(hope you've enjoyed my fictional story!)



Yeah, right. Fiction. Here's another fiction story mate!

The time was winter of 1984 and this goofy CFI was in absolute love
with a photographer who worked for the company where he worked. The
lover boy had access to a Cessna turbo 210 which his boss happily paid
him to fly during the weekdays. But upon occasion, the 210 needed
flying for a test hop after maintenance on the weekend or other
strange and "off" times.

Lover boy knew that the focus of his testosterone was sking on a local
mountain top ski resort in southern Utah on Saturday morning. With
buddy in tow (right seat) they took 1500 leaflets (made on a company
copy machine) saying, "I love you Dee Dee" to said ski slope resort.
The canyon where the ski runs terminated was at 9000 msl. Many
hundreds of people were there in lift-lines as the (wantabe) wild
weasle cessna made it's pass from out of the sun. Indicating some 200
knots at the bottom of a long dive toward the lift lines, the cessna
pilot pulled up the nose to about 45 degrees and rolled the airplane
inverted. At this very instant his buddy in tow released the garbage
bag full of the "Love leaflets" over the crowd. A half roll back to
upright and a 3-g pull up followed by a 120 degree left 90 degree
banking turn yielded a good look at the damage. The sky was filled
with the small paper leaflets as they rained down upon the unwary.

The Cessna made it's getaway to land some 165 miles away in Las Vegas.
Who would know that an airplane from 165 miles away would do such a
thing off in even another state? Nobody but Dee Dee.

Yep. No calls from the FAA, no police knocking on the door, just a
smile from Dee Dee on Monday morning at the office about how cool it
was to see a Cessna 210 making a 200 knot inverted pass over the ski
resort and dropping love notes to her.

Yes, I did get laid.

BWB