How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

Ah, so... Simply different thought processes. Maybe that's why I sometimes
say, at the end of certain activities, "Cheated death again"...


"Bob Whelan" wrote in message
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On 1/14/2014 9:59 AM, Dan Marotta wrote:
Bob, do you actually go through that (prolix, snipped) thought process
before *any* activity as implied? Think "analysis paralysis".

Good question...

Insofar as soaring specifically is concerned, WRT "analysis paralysis" I
guess
I'd suggest several thousand hours of glider time "by definition" rules
that
out. :-) But I understand your question. I'll admit to once or twice
actually
thinking consciously prior to some flights that
stupidity/forgetfulness/thinning-of-margins/new-situations could get me
killed
THIS flight, and - no - the conscious thought isn't a deterrent. Landing
patterns and takeoffs also fairly routinely trigger active such "Get this
wrong and die," thoughts in my mind, too. But most of the thinking
occurred
after flights (personal remembrances, reliving, etc.), after reading
accident
reports, daydreaming about soaring, etc. But there's been enough OF such
conscious, more or less analytical, thinking to have burned it into my
conscious, subconscious and fundamental approach to the silly sport.
There's
also been many a gliderport-based bull session comparing notes with other
pilots about great flights, and dumb decision-making, plus "the usual"
0-beer-thirty type situations in which the topics of thought patterns and
decision-making have come up, often with humorous bonhomie along the lines
of
"What were you *thinking?"* and "Here's how *I* think about such
things..."
back and forth. I'm sure you've many hours of the same.

Or maybe I misread an attempt to put a wealth of knowledge and experience
which now boils down to "gut feeling" into words (probably a more
accurate
assessment).

How does one get a gut feel? How does one refine a gut feel to reflect
ever-increasing knowledge? Being something of an analytical kind of
thinker,
mine evolves largely from knowledge intake (reading, directed
brain-picking,
listening, etc.) and active - and probably sleep-based - consideration.


I have never, and I mean NEVER, approached an aircraft with the thought
that I might die during this flight. If I felt that way, I wouldn't even
get in.

Everyone's different (duh!), but other activities beyond soaring I can
think
of off the top of my head, where I've thought actively beforehand I might
die/suffer permanent injury from participation, have included
boulder-scrambling, driving, operating machinery (farm, machine tools),
using
ladders, mixing chemicals, doing 120VAC wiring, enjoying lightning
outdoors (I
always keep or post a good lookout, ha ha!) and undoubtedly others that
additional reflection would resurrect.

On the other hand, after 41 years of flying (about 24 in gliders), I have
come to recognize that there many things well within my skill set that I
just don't do. I don't think, "This might just kill me", though I know
at
some subcouscious level that it can. Instead I simply think, "Why - how
will this improve my flight?" and then simply don't bother.

Two glaring examples: The other day at the conclusion of a flight, I
thought of doing a giant barrel roll simply for the joy of seeing the
world
upside down. But I didn't. I've done countless rolls in jets, props,
and
gliders, and I simply don't "need" to do them any more (not to mention
the
fact that aerobatics are prohibited by my flight manual). A few minutes
later a look at my state vector showed that I had just the right position
and altitude to fly a low pass over the hangars, ramp, and runway. Same
thought... "Why?" I don't care about impressing anyone on the ground
and
I really don't need the rush any more. I haven't done either of those
meneuvers in over 15 years. Maybe that's why I'm an old fart now.

"Roger that," and BTDT!" My "need for zoomies" lasted maybe 2 soaring
seasons
once I felt I'd gained the requisite skills and knowledge to do 'em with
(as I
defined it then) "reasonable safety." Likewise, closeness to mountainous
terrain as a goal in and of itself evolved pretty rapidly (dry chuckle).
My motivation has always been to live to participate another day, with the
same equipment, because life is so much fun!


BTW, have you ever seen the occupants of an aircraft immediately after
the
crash? It's enough to make you give up stupid tricks.

Just in pictures and my imagination...and both are more than enough, thank
you. Hey! Maybe a vivid imagination is strongly correlated to pilot
longevity?

Bob - not OBVIOUSLY anal? - W.

At almost 66 years old, I still own and ride two Harleys (though not at the
same time). I bought my first bike in 1969. And if you like carving
mountain roads, try Lolo Pass.


"Wallace Berry" wrote in message
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Just in pictures and my imagination...and both are more than enough,
thank
you. Hey! Maybe a vivid imagination is strongly correlated to pilot
longevity?

Bob - not OBVIOUSLY anal? - W.



Hah! Exactly. Those that know me have heard me say that anyone who
continues to ride a motorcycle on the street past the age of 30 is
suffering from a serious lack of imagination.


WB (who still has dreams about carving mountain roads on his cafe bike,
even after not riding for the past 30 years).

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Based on my personal experiences of close friends and colleagues, I have lost four due to disease, two to suicide, two to car accidents, two in hang-glider crashes and one in a sailplane accident. Since we spend more time driving than flying, I have to think that hang-gliding is the most dangerous of these activities and gliding more so than driving.

Of my personal near-death experiences, one was being knocked from my motorcycle, one was a horse-riding accident (back in my competitive days) and one was a near car accident. All of these three could easily have been fatal. I haven't had any comparable fright in gliders in 46 years of flying.

Any activity that involves speed or height above the ground is potentially dangerous. (I seem to remember that after deep-sea divers and fisherman, jockeys have one of the highest job-fatality rates in the UK). I doubt that gliding is the worst.

Flying cross-country in the Southwest, particularly with gaggles of other gliders, is no doubt somewhat hazardous. Like many, I have found the rewards of doing so far exceed the possible downsides.

Mike

Went through this many years ago as a solo practitioner with wife, two kids, and mortgage, applying for individual professional disability insurance.

Provided all the data they asked for.

No increase in premium was required.

On Wednesday, January 15, 2014 12:09:32 PM UTC-8, Roy Clark, "B6" wrote:
Went through this many years ago as a solo practitioner with wife, two kids, and mortgage, applying for individual professional disability insurance.



Provided all the data they asked for.



No increase in premium was required.

Same drill here. It was the mountain climbing that really got the insurance company worked up. They weren't concerned about the flying.

7Q

I gave up riding my R100-RT when 1 Got to 80. My first two bikes,
bought in 1950, 1951 were Harley 45's. They cost me $25 each. World
War II surplus. Double dated on on of them.

MG
--
Mike I Green

On 1/15/2014 8:48 AM, Dan Marotta wrote:
At almost 66 years old, I still own and ride two Harleys (though not at
the same time). I bought my first bike in 1969. And if you like
carving mountain roads, try Lolo Pass.


"Wallace Berry" wrote in message
...


Just in pictures and my imagination...and both are more than enough,
thank
you. Hey! Maybe a vivid imagination is strongly correlated to pilot
longevity?

Bob - not OBVIOUSLY anal? - W.



Hah! Exactly. Those that know me have heard me say that anyone who
continues to ride a motorcycle on the street past the age of 30 is
suffering from a serious lack of imagination.


WB (who still has dreams about carving mountain roads on his cafe bike,
even after not riding for the past 30 years).

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On 1/15/2014 8:48 AM, Dan Marotta wrote:
At almost 66 years old, I still own and ride two Harleys (though not at
the same time). I bought my first bike in 1969. And if you like
carving mountain roads, try Lolo Pass.


"Wallace Berry" wrote in message
...


Just in pictures and my imagination...and both are more than enough,
thank
you. Hey! Maybe a vivid imagination is strongly correlated to pilot
longevity?

Bob - not OBVIOUSLY anal? - W.



Hah! Exactly. Those that know me have heard me say that anyone who
continues to ride a motorcycle on the street past the age of 30 is
suffering from a serious lack of imagination.


WB (who still has dreams about carving mountain roads on his cafe bike,
even after not riding for the past 30 years).

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I am almost 84. Gave up riding my R100-RT when I got to 80. My first
two bikes were Harley 45's. I bought them 1949,50. Cost me $25 each
World War II surplus.
--
Mike I Green

In article ,
Mike I Green wrote:

I gave up riding my R100-RT when 1 Got to 80. My first two bikes,
bought in 1950, 1951 were Harley 45's. They cost me $25 each. World
War II surplus. Double dated on on of them.

MG
--
Mike I Green



My favorite picture of my folks is Dad at 20 years old, in jeans and a
tee-shirt, hair oiled back, on an early 1950's 650 Triumph, Mom on
behind him.

I always wanted an R100. Closest I ever came was a somewhat tired Moto
Guzzi 750 Sport. My best bike ever was a customized 1973 RD-350 Yamaha.
Actually, I still have it. It was set up for production class road
racing. Rode it in practice at a couple meets, but never worked up the
nerve to actually compete. Didn't want to wreck the bike (or myself). I
had been racing MX for a couple of years, but road racing was a totally
different thing.

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I hope I never get tired of blasting along at near redline within a wingspan of stuff.

Boggs

On Thursday, January 16, 2014 8:24:40 AM UTC-8, Waveguru wrote:
I hope I never get tired of blasting along at near redline within a wingspan of stuff.



Boggs

WaveGuru

Thank you so much for this quote. I am putting it on a t-shirt. This is why I soar.