OldBillXV
14th Oct 2008, 00:57
Excuse the ramblings of an old gentleman who has long since penned his last entry in the log book, but does anybody here remember the old days when pilots back then were men that didn't want to be women or girlymen. Pilots all knew who Jimmy Doolittle was. Pilots drank coffee, whiskey, smoked cigars and didn't wear digital watches.
They carried their own suitcases and brain bags like the real men they were. Pilots didn't bend over into the crash position multiple times each day in front of passengers at security so that some Government agent could probe for tweezers or fingernail clippers or too much toothpaste.
Pilots didn't go through the terminal impersonating a caddy pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers, guitars and feed bags of tofu and granola on a sissy trailer with no hat, and granny glasses hanging on a pink string around their pencil neck ,while talking to their personal trainer on the mobile.
Remember the days when being a Captain was as good as being the King in a Mel Brooks movie. All the stewardesses (aka flight attendants) were young,attractive, and single women that were proud to be combatants in the sexual revolution. They would blush and say thankyou when they were told they looked good, instead of filing a sexual harrassment claim. Junior stewardesses shared a room and talked about men...... with not thoughts of substitutions.
Passengers wore nice clothes and were polite, they could speak AND understand English. They didn't speak gibberish or listen to loud gangster rap on their Ipods. They bathed and didn't smell like a rotting pile of garbage in a jogging suit and flip-flops.
If the Captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting jerk off the plane, it was done without any worries of a law suit or getting fired.
Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom and left an impressive black smoke trail like a locomotive burning soft coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once the throttles were pushed up they were left there, after all it was the jet age and the idea was to go fast. Economy cruise was something in the performance book, but no one knew why or where it was. When the clacker went off no one got all tight or scared because Boeing built its 707s out of iron, nothing was going to fall off, and that sound then had the same effect on real pilots then as Viagra does now for these new age guys.
There was very little plastic and no composites on the aeroplanes. Planes and women had eye pleasing symetrical curves, not an ugly bunch of vortex generators,ventral fins, flow diverters, tatoos, rings in their noses tongues and eyebrows.
Airlines were run by men who had built their Companies from scratch, knew many of their employees by name and were lifetime airline employees themselves......not pseudo financiers and bean counters who flit from one occupation to another for a few bucks, a better parachute or a fancier title while fervently believing they are a class of beings unto themselves.
Does anybody remember those good old days?
They carried their own suitcases and brain bags like the real men they were. Pilots didn't bend over into the crash position multiple times each day in front of passengers at security so that some Government agent could probe for tweezers or fingernail clippers or too much toothpaste.
Pilots didn't go through the terminal impersonating a caddy pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers, guitars and feed bags of tofu and granola on a sissy trailer with no hat, and granny glasses hanging on a pink string around their pencil neck ,while talking to their personal trainer on the mobile.
Remember the days when being a Captain was as good as being the King in a Mel Brooks movie. All the stewardesses (aka flight attendants) were young,attractive, and single women that were proud to be combatants in the sexual revolution. They would blush and say thankyou when they were told they looked good, instead of filing a sexual harrassment claim. Junior stewardesses shared a room and talked about men...... with not thoughts of substitutions.
Passengers wore nice clothes and were polite, they could speak AND understand English. They didn't speak gibberish or listen to loud gangster rap on their Ipods. They bathed and didn't smell like a rotting pile of garbage in a jogging suit and flip-flops.
If the Captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting jerk off the plane, it was done without any worries of a law suit or getting fired.
Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom and left an impressive black smoke trail like a locomotive burning soft coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once the throttles were pushed up they were left there, after all it was the jet age and the idea was to go fast. Economy cruise was something in the performance book, but no one knew why or where it was. When the clacker went off no one got all tight or scared because Boeing built its 707s out of iron, nothing was going to fall off, and that sound then had the same effect on real pilots then as Viagra does now for these new age guys.
There was very little plastic and no composites on the aeroplanes. Planes and women had eye pleasing symetrical curves, not an ugly bunch of vortex generators,ventral fins, flow diverters, tatoos, rings in their noses tongues and eyebrows.
Airlines were run by men who had built their Companies from scratch, knew many of their employees by name and were lifetime airline employees themselves......not pseudo financiers and bean counters who flit from one occupation to another for a few bucks, a better parachute or a fancier title while fervently believing they are a class of beings unto themselves.
Does anybody remember those good old days?