Pilots vs. Aviators, cont.d....
My home away from home was once a happy little fixed-wing base, when visiting helicopter pilots were treated like scum by fixed wing aviators in the bar. Jet Captains with a co-pilot and a trolley dolly to boss around can easily develop big heads, I guess.
They would even snob me for being a Twotter driver! My
0.9 hours of jet time seemed to count for nothing with them when they took me for a bush pilot. I am bush all right, but not that way.
Then all these helos started showing up on the ramp. Next the fixed-wing contract hit the buffers with a hideous clang. Now the aviators creep around the fringes of the gangs of helo drivers trying to get a word in edgewise about the fully-coupled ILS they just shot or having to do seven sectors, only to be ignored.
If I had any compassion then I would be dripping with the stuff but instead I am just sick with laughter. That is because I am a Bad Person, perhaps?
Ask our Nigerian Expat Outlaw if I am lying or even embroidering the naked, ugly truth here. The scenes in the bar would make a cat laugh, these days!