"go slow, iŽm in a hurry," was my motto towards flying. iŽd already surpassed my Ripe Banana Theory, the point when one knows one is ripe or too green to get out there and fly the demands of a capitalistic, free-market, cut-throat existence of a fierecly competitive business such as ad hoc freight hauling; my concern was enjoying life and i surely loved every Dc 3minute i racked up...the storms were like mental balm, the icy, slippery runways a superb challenge everytime...perhaps maintenance was my major concern; learning how to do " proper " records in the technical log so to keep operational and make the owner/broker happy.
the cuts and slices were merely part and parcel...much worse was coming back to Yspilanti at 3:30 in the afternoon when weŽd receive a call from center..." Skybus 302, company wants you to divert to New Orleans to Silver Forwarders, ramp 16 next to Shells hangar." for example. Change course, revise flight plan, look down at your apt. house thinking how nice itŽd be in bed and then get other things done, but no, off we go again, not knowing when weŽd be back.
