The thread about "sleeping" in helicopters got me to ruminating about some other related experiences that have occurred in helicopters at various times. The "knock-on" effect the aroma of parafin, sweaty pickle suits, and adult malt beverages have on the unwitting female is oft times overstated....but for some of us...beer has been allowing us to succeed in manly postflight activities....or it seems. I guess it could be the rather large wristwatches and aviator Raybans we wear.
Hard to beat the hind end of a Huey for such antics.....especially following the Saturday night beer bust at an airshow. Nice moonlight, dew on the grass....slight chill to the air....am I the only one to fall prey to the temptations presented by such opportunities?
