Thoughts on a beautiful spring evening...

In article A5NZj.123099$TT4.122361@attbi_s22,
"Jay Honeck" wrote:

Speakin of orbs, if you were a real pilot, you would have ditched the
women/kids, flown over with your budy, then called home and said
(Insert excuse, Bad WX, rough mag, flat tire, etc) so you wouldnt be
home that nite. Then instead of pecan pie, you and your flying buddy
would be downing shots and beers at the nudie bars all nite. Then fly
home the next day in time to show face at the office for a couple of
hours. What are airplanes for man?

I'll file that away for future reference!

You are SO lucky Mary doesn't read usenet....

--
Bob Noel
(goodness, please trim replies!!!)

"Jay Honeck" wrote in
news:gY6Zj.120326$TT4.686@attbi_s22:

I was sitting on a Mississippi River levee this evening, eating a big
piece of home-made pecan pie, watching a tugboat struggle against the
current, and pondering life.

We had flown here in Atlas, our Cherokee Pathfinder -- a flight that
took a whopping twenty minutes. We'd made the flight a hundred times,
over the last eleven years -- it's out default
"rather-go-somewhere-than-fly-the-pattern" flight -- but every now and
then something made it different.

Tonight was different.

We had flown there as a flight of two, with close friends. They had
brought their baby and toddler with them, while we had flown with our
daughter, who has been flying with us since birth. The evening was
sublime, with the sun a low, glowing orb in the sky. The flight had
been wondrous.

Instead of eating dinner, we had decided to pick up homemade pies from
a favorite restaurant, milk from a convenience store, and take
everything down to a riverside park. It was decadent and unhealthy,
and the kids loved it.

So, I sat, eating pecan pie, watching the river flow by, watching the
kids play...and my thoughts turned strangely to the folks on this
newsgroup. Memories of all the great folks who have taught me so much,
all the people who have shared their flying experiences here...and all
the folks who have so recently brought this great group to its knees.

As I watched the great river roll by, at the end of gorgeous,
late-spring flight, eating home-made pecan pie with family and
friends, I thought of the trolls who have done such damage here, and
was overwhelmed with sadness for them. I realized that these folks
would never, ever, feel the joy of flying over a late spring
landscape, of watching the sun low over the Mississippi River. They
would never know what it's like to push the throttle forward and feel
the acceleration pushing you back in your seat, of the wheels getting
light right before the wings take over and the plane arks strongly
into a crystal clear sky.

Later, as I banked over that big river, so different looking from up
here, the water fowl scattering far below, thoughts of this group
faded to insignificance, as they should. Touching down lightly back
in Iowa City, however, taxiing past the Ercoupe that we've offered to
buy, pushing the plane back into the hangar, I realized that these
trolls, these wannabe pilots and former pilots, are quite simply
pathetic. They spend endless hours here, talking about things they'll
never know, asking questions they don't want answered, sniping,
hating, filling their days with pointless personal attacks, and --
worst of all -- drowning out and discouraging all the good people
here.

Something's got to change. Aviation is a tiny, ever-shrinking group,
with diminishing political clout and threats on all sides. This group
has, in the past, represented the best of the piloting community, and
we simply can't waste any more of our time tussling with trolls and
malcontents. Ignore 'em, kill file 'em, do what you gotta do -- but do
NOT engage them.

Take the high road, please -- we've simply got to fix this!

OH, and BTW, ex pilot?

Not likely.

And you never were one and never will be, Cherokee boi.



Bertie

I'll file that away for future reference!

You are SO lucky Mary doesn't read usenet....

Heh, heh, heh.

Yep!

:-)
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination"

"F. Baum" wrote in
:

On May 21, 10:50*pm, "Jay Honeck" wrote:
I was sitting on a Mississippi River levee this evening, eating a big
piec
e
of home-made pecan pie, watching a tugboat struggle against the
current, a
nd
pondering life.

We had flown here in Atlas, our Cherokee Pathfinder -- a flight that
took
a
whopping twenty minutes. *We'd made the flight a hundred times, over
the

last eleven years ---- but every now and then
something made it different.

Tonight was different.

Whoa, thats heavy G


We had flown there as a flight of two, with close friends. *They had
bro
ught
their baby and toddler with them, while we had flown with our
daughter, wh
o
has been flying with us since birth. *The evening was sublime, with
the
sun
a low, glowing orb in the sky.

Speakin of orbs, if you were a real pilot, you would have ditched the
women/kids, flown over with your budy, then called home and said
(Insert excuse, Bad WX, rough mag, flat tire, etc) so you wouldnt be
home that nite. Then instead of pecan pie, you and your flying buddy
would be downing shots and beers at the nudie bars all nite. Then fly
home the next day in time to show face at the office for a couple of
hours. What are airplanes for man? *


As I watched the great river roll by, at the end of gorgeous,
late-spring flight, eating home-made pecan pie with family and
friends, I thought of t
he
trolls who have done such damage here, and was overwhelmed with
sadness fo
r
them.

You'll get over it. It does kinda make you wonder which is worse, MX
or the guys like Viperdoc who seem to spend a dispraportionate amount
of his life bashing MX.

Touching down lightly back in Iowa City,
however, taxiing past the Ercoupe that we've offered to buy, pushing
the plane back into the hangar, I realized that these trolls, these
wannabe pilots and former pilots, are quite simply pathetic.

So thats how you do it ? Touch down lightly ? Ive always thought that
to make a good landing you should touch down really smooth. Guess Im
not the only one with this view.


Something's got to change. *Aviation is a tiny, ever-shrinking group,
wi
th
diminishing political clout and threats on all sides. *This group
has, i
n
the past, represented the best of the piloting community, and we
simply can't waste any more of our time tussling with trolls and
malcontents. Ignore 'em, kill file 'em, do what you gotta do -- but
do NOT engage them.


Dude, your preaching again G. Unfortunatly, Usnet is the only outlet
for some because if they pulled this **** at the pilots lounge no one
would listen. Guess you gotta put up with some backround noise if you
participate here.


Take the high road, please -- we've simply got to fix this!

Ill do my part.


Bwawhahwhawahwhahwhahwhahhw!

"Jay Honeck" wrote in
news:gY6Zj.120326$TT4.686@attbi_s22:

I was sitting on a Mississippi River levee this evening, eating a big
piece of home-made pecan pie, watching a tugboat struggle against the
current, and pondering life.

We had flown here in Atlas, our Cherokee Pathfinder -- a flight that
took a whopping twenty minutes. We'd made the flight a hundred times,
over the last eleven years -- it's out default
"rather-go-somewhere-than-fly-the-pattern" flight -- but every now and
then something made it different.

Tonight was different.

We had flown there as a flight of two, with close friends. They had
brought their baby and toddler with them, while we had flown with our
daughter, who has been flying with us since birth. The evening was
sublime, with the sun a low, glowing orb in the sky. The flight had
been wondrous.

Instead of eating dinner, we had decided to pick up homemade pies from
a favorite restaurant, milk from a convenience store, and take
everything down to a riverside park. It was decadent and unhealthy,
and the kids loved it.

So, I sat, eating pecan pie, watching the river flow by, watching the
kids play...and my thoughts turned strangely to the folks on this
newsgroup. Memories of all the great folks who have taught me so much,
all the people who have shared their flying experiences here...and all
the folks who have so recently brought this great group to its knees.

As I watched the great river roll by, at the end of gorgeous,
late-spring flight, eating home-made pecan pie with family and
friends, I thought of the trolls who have done such damage here, and
was overwhelmed with sadness for them. I realized that these folks
would never, ever, feel the joy of flying over a late spring
landscape, of watching the sun low over the Mississippi River. They
would never know what it's like to push the throttle forward and feel
the acceleration pushing you back in your seat, of the wheels getting
light right before the wings take over and the plane arks strongly
into a crystal clear sky.

Later, as I banked over that big river, so different looking from up
here, the water fowl scattering far below, thoughts of this group
faded to insignificance, as they should. Touching down lightly back
in Iowa City, however, taxiing past the Ercoupe that we've offered to
buy, pushing the plane back into the hangar, I realized that these
trolls, these wannabe pilots and former pilots, are quite simply
pathetic. They spend endless hours here, talking about things they'll
never know, asking questions they don't want answered, sniping,
hating, filling their days with pointless personal attacks, and --
worst of all -- drowning out and discouraging all the good people
here.

Something's got to change. Aviation is a tiny, ever-shrinking group,
with diminishing political clout and threats on all sides. This group
has, in the past, represented the best of the piloting community, and
we simply can't waste any more of our time tussling with trolls and
malcontents. Ignore 'em, kill file 'em, do what you gotta do -- but do
NOT engage them.

Take the high road, please -- we've simply got to fix this!


You are an idiot.

And you engage me all the time, fjukkwit.

You just don't know it.



Bertie

"Jay Honeck" wrote in news:FrWZj.177969
$yE1.102272@attbi_s21:

I'll file that away for future reference!

You are SO lucky Mary doesn't read usenet....

Heh, heh, heh.

Yep!

:-)

I could cc her via e-mail, if you're worried she's missing out..


Bertie

Jay Honeck schrieb:
I'll file that away for future reference!
You are SO lucky Mary doesn't read usenet....

Heh, heh, heh.

Yep!


Well, a real man has the balls and tells his wife.

#m

"Bertie the Bunyip" wrote in message
...

And you engage me all the time, fjukkwit.

You just don't know it.



Bertie


You're either a lying piece of **** or completely deranged. Jay hasn't said
**** to you, directly or indirectly in months.

Your pathetic cries are actually kind of funny, in an mxsmanic kind of way.

Mmmm, pie as part of a flying adventure. Toss in a river and a lazy
evening. Sounds good Jay.

Yep, signal to noise ratio keeps going lower. Sad but true. As time
goes on it seems like I'm ignoring more garbage from more people. Even
so, I still enjoy the friendships established over the years of reading
r.a.* and meeting several of the folks that regularly post here.

IMHO, Ignoring/kill filing/whatever works is the best course of action.


--
Jack Allison
PP-ASEL-Instrument Airplane
Student - CP-ASEL

"To become a Jedi knight, you must master a single force. To become
a private pilot you must strive to master four of them"
- Rod Machado

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On 2008-05-23, xyzzy wrote:
Our flying club's monthly cookouts and bi-monthly safety meetings are
open to the public and attendance has been increasing, with several
....

The secret, as such, absolutely is community. We had that at Houston
Gulf airport - I'd often go there just for a bit of hangar flying (note:
the f is silent in hangar flying) because people would hang out there.
Inevitably, although we'd go there to socialise a bit, aviating would
ultimately break out - with perhaps a few plane loads going down to
Brazoria for dinner (once we had a bizarre formation flight - a Cessna
140 as lead, mixed in with an Arrow, a C170, a Bonanza(!) and a Grumman
Cheetah. Going on a short cross country at 85 knots in a Bonanza is
....well, different.

That's why it was such a tragedy when developers bought Houston Gulf to
put McMansions there - it wasn't the loss of an airport, it was the
destruction of a community because it scattered the club and the
aircraft owners around several airfields, basically breaking it all up.

If you get a proper community going, then people go to the airport to go
to the airport and see their friends, rather than thinking 'well, I
can't be bothered to go and do a local flight in the FBO's spam can'.
When you get a group of pilots socializing at an airport, aviating tends
to spontaneously occur at some point.

--
From the sunny Isle of Man.
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